A poem I wrote when I was 18...thought it was lost to the ages, but found it online.

The guise of madness a unique perspective insights

unlike that gleaned of books experience taken by the hand

and shown the horizon

nothing of this has been seen before

like a diffracting children's toy filtered through all five senses

maybe more I stand arms outstretched the light

taken in through my pores variegated aura of my short future

seducing my eyes

bypassing the neurons oscillating cells

boring a lustrous searing hole

slipping away, outside me,

swirling like cosmic debris

drawn by undeniable gravity

following this deluge of sudden remembered events

emotions passing

disturbing thoughts dizzying speeds of Earth's rotation

the aging of this star through the eyes of the sadistic God

that created it fed to me as a time lapse photograph

the circuits burning with life surging

with an energy that mimics the memory of a star

in a galaxy's prior existence

transmuted several thousand times

these thoughts of nothing in particular

everything focused to the point of triviality

as my being eclipses the span of the universe

in dimensions just forged only to collapse upon itself in a semantic display of awareness

everything realized at once

in a few brief seconds the epiphany has passed

and as no surprise to me I remain unchanged.