In-sanity In-love

We
the conscious
only ask
what is insanity

That which is not sane
they say

And who might the "theys"  be
these judges of the world?

Might they be but ghostly brown-robed sanctimony
modern iterations in black
mind-sets who once slept on hay
and who today speak
from gilded chambers?

Sanity suggests collective solipsism imbues such standard bearers
whose contempt is only made darker
by their refusal to coalesce
with consciousness willing to touch fear
as but viscous mutations parading life's "what ifs"
smell acrid stench of ignorance masquerading as humility
see arrogance as fear's ready defense against curiosity
hear complacency as an anthem to exhaustion
taste the victory of considering obstinacy as eloquence

Such is the price to pay
by those who acquiesce
retreating beneath the bedrock of captivity
while others drink of passions
beyond the shadows of deception

Some
must travel
where all is nothing
and nothing is all
keeping the adventure of innocence alive
the passion to think for oneself forever stalwart
a state of mind
some rightfully label
in-sanity in-love