an insane sinner
sits in a sallow silence,
sheltered by self-spun
shadows,
may or may not
sanctify as a saint
softly, a sinister stimulus
seeps in innocence
through the seams
of the sealed soul —
a subtle summons,
serpentine and slow
but sense has sunk;
sanity stands shattered
he salutes the sickness,
smiling at its sting,
and swallows the signal
as though it were salvation
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