Dots Poem by Nate Tulay

Still alive,
still mad,
still black,
still broken,
O Conscience, O Conscience, why have you lied to me?

A schizophrenic voice whispers, search deep into your soul,
and name me something, something you cannot converse about...
something pain and madness haven't tormented you about?

and after, I laughed, for it was the sign that even madness has some purpose.

O darling, O darling,
life is just too massive to be a dream--—