I’m not crazy today.
I have been in days past, 
but not today.
Today I am clear.
Today I shine. 
I have felt fear
and pain
and loathing, 
torment, 
and angst
and despair
and confusion
and rage.
But I’m not crazy today.
Today I am clear.
Today I shine.
And, in my clarity, 
I can finally see
the rancid womb
from which insanity is born.
In my clarity, 
I finally know
what insanity is.
I have learned of
the festering root
from which it grows.
It is nothing more
than an intimate
knowledge 
of death, 
an uncomfortable
understanding
of demise.
I suspect that many
of the insane
have no significant
malfunction, 
they are merely
better informed, 
more well
sighted, 
less ignorant.
I see this now.
I know this now.
And, it shall not
haunt me 
tomorrow.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    