Mania

The space between Sanity

And Insanity

Is only a Gradation.

Mania sits as the

Penultimate

Step before the Brink.

It is the Driving

Force of Blind leaders and

Slavish followers,

Making all participants

Fully satisfied:

They think.

Sucking up Isolated rain,

Building up a

Swelling Lake of Destiny and Purpose

With no ingress or egress of new Ideas,

The water rises.

Some Bystanders wait for the

Flood,

Others run for the Hills,

While some just jump

Into the rising Depths desiring

A transitory moment of

Recognition before

Waters overflow--

Flooding,

Killing,

Spoiling,

Rotting,

And Racing

Towards the Sea

Where Mania will Dissolve

in Fiasco, Justice, Regret and

Opinion.

It is a Terminal

revenue that invites

The next Cycle of Empty Energy.

The world needs IT to extinguish the

Aimless,

Or the Vast Sea will dry up,

The machine will Collapse,

And the Diversions will Implode:

They believe.

Avoid the rising Tide or

Wear your Preserver.