Sunday, September 13, 2015

“Mania: What is that like?”

It’s akin to frenzy, a soaring torch, a meter gone haywire.
I was there—grandiose—a mind of riches. It’s an
overload, a speaking credenza, a cedar-chest of dreams.
It’s a pendant with a voice, studded in ghosts, a
quadruped. I woke for days, a walking armoire, to touch
for madness. Someone whispered—a neighbor’s cry,
straddled with paranoia. It’s a primitive brain, harnessed
by reason, where logic sits in abeyance. I colored cities,
to trek for miles, to pause at all night clubs. A sun would
rise, a moon would fall, chatting with winds. I lost to
win, the wins of lost, knitting with a pen. Love is
pliable, to witness for insanity, an incomplete thought.
Everyone is labeled, in need of pills, drilling into a psyche.
Someone gallops, to flood a life, a soul for mirrors. I
screamed for light, to vanquish night, for hell to unleash.
Someone arose, set for war, a sore for destruction. Earth
was painted—in eight dimensions—parted by demons.

For some, mania is like a brother, urging, even demanding
for presence. Plus, it has a sister named hypomania. She
appears in spurts. We watch her, digging into trenches,
zipping us through portals. We often love her, aware of
her big brother, who races through social dimensions. It’s
rarely sudden. We watch it creeping to a crescendo. It
peaks, vibrating, as luminous as sunrays. I regard a man
glowing in stillness, peering into a forged reality,
scratching at patches of illusions. He drifts, longing for
closure, embarrassed for faux pas. It’s a type of shame,
where we account for vagueness, chunking gavels at a mirror.
Some forgive—never to let it go, where others opt for
absence. In part, it’s manageable; a world permeated with
colors. We speak of a nocturne ghost: dearly aloof, wrapped
in energy, a type of primal intelligence; but it grows, to
elevate consciousness, sculpting for a portrait. “Draw me,” it
says; “Write about me.” 

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