Feeling rotten

I spent the last two days in bed feeling terrible. Last night I wrote a poem

3 ways to go mad

Plato in his cave

Dreams of another world

While the symbols scrawled on the wall

Become opaque

Luther in his cell

Scratches bloodied hands

In every corner

To find a gracious God

Descartes in his attic

Can hear nothing for the static

In his head

That he is

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