madness madness is the space between one face yielding to the next falling inside myself where forms try to find themselves again through vague memories and pictures in thoughts familiar sounds and smells walking by back down childhood streets of freshly cut grass and screams of kids and cars another day passing in a endless stream of existing through senses without a need for making sense remembering moments of emotion drifting away from loved ones as they wander beyond our reach death awaits us as surely as it takes others before our eyes rushing too fast for some truth to be gleaned about the passage of events tied forever to our lives time at last is seen as a shift between positions of viewing myself trying to imagine what you might see the last time I saw your face I hold as a moment and time to be you and to feel your passing as pieces of love taken away from us all ripped away from your life as we tumble and fall