when a storm opens the sky
with its thunder and lightening
the crazed visionary roils in his cell
his visions were projections of his illusions
his mental illness locking him into the pains
that would kill or cure him
a frightened animal hiding in a hole
until the storm passes
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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