In Madness Born

 It's tnot as good, but you taste it more. 

 Mirrros show you relaity. No, rather, mirrors show you appearance. Mirrors show you yourself. No, mirrors show you reflection. Meta-data.  Mirrors show you whatm irros shows yo0. Trepandation. trepanation. Never the delete key. Or rather, teh illusionof the detlee key.The join of abrken spacebar. Is i srather the lack ofawresness that matters. Teh flow. The walk wtilman Ishing of myself. Onsnese on theverse on nonense. irritable. Inifnite. absolute. AbFab. Poetrry. Always the nut of it. The near rhyme. The infinte, the almost. Not limited.The argyment against reality. Moretobe said, certainly.But what of it?  Reflection,retration. The near poetryofalmost words.Slipshod.  Hperhaps Chirs Buehler miht enjoy.Who cansay?SAamsmith. Alater time. But Isinge asteh birds sing,forthe sake of singing. (Biologists tell us no, poets tell us so).Thealmsot talking. ofa time before typing. Albuquerque.  It is teh love ofwords.Orather, the rlove of sound. The blur, the blend, va...