Floating on a rainbow, billowing just below the clouds
Finding the sound of silence to be deafeningly loud,
A spoonful of madness will deliver my journey’s end
If I can just remember what is real and what’s pretend.

A magnificent theophany bathed in golden glow
Appearing from the ether-world commanding me alone,
A spoonful of madness is why I’ve visualised this god
But it could have just as easily been a purple frog.

I’m hearing voices call to me from deep within my mind
They chatter too incessantly to read between the lines,
Now a spoonful of madness unifies the raucous throng
And silences that one low voice which truly does belong.
18/06/08 ADO

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