I know no craziness on my own. I owe it to Madness. It’s going to kill everyone I know. It’s a catch 23. I feel like a wonderful little girl swollen in her mid 50’s. I have material around me, it’s numb and I’m raw . It makes complete sense, my two child. P eace in my own person… I’m not a person. Everyone here enlightens me and welcomes me back. This is so epic to you, the hands are like an article of suds making love . Bed, bath and beyond, lay here and sentence in your blood. Spared you to the 9th degree. Madness in humanity…! Natural events love to dance, hella smart insanity.
3.13.15
Aubrey's Arch 
Rather as a joke, and as a way of appreciation, I will ask, is this a poem of found words? Thanks for it, anyway.
There is a method to the Madness, that’s for sure! Thanks so much… 😉