For what is sane but mere consensus held,

Society decrees decorum dire,

That what is fanciful is duly quelled,

And mental illness termed a frightful mire;

A sight unseen or voice unheard is base,

The workings of a nigh unbalanced mind,

Unbalanced brain, unbalanced circuits raze,

A frail perception ostracized and blind;

But wondrous to behold within, without,

Surmount the bounds of logic and of sense,

The sheer, macabre and splendid serve to route,

The fetters that immure the psyche’s lens;

   Pray chance to never suffer to conform;

   Pray spurn the normal, launch into the storm.