Transfigured

Empirical fortress of logical scrutinity
crumbles before my insanity's mutany;
the laughing screams of hopeful dreams
untwining the binding of composure's seams
echo as I let go of that which holds me down,
vertigo as I know, my reversed smile's frown.
"Freedom at last!", I cry through my chains,
tackled and shackled my body remains.
Thought... my virtual refuge
where I can not be followed by this deluge
of words and laws and applied existence.
Insanity is my ultimate form of resistance.
I hold court with me, myself, I, and he;
we hold up the shackle and cackle with uncontrollable glee.
I was driven here
by biological need
exascerbated by fear.
I would never again be freed.