the genius has always been insane;
made that way by a world
that only understands patterns
of normalcy.
while they crawl across floors
digging nails into flesh
slowly dying from a lack of understanding,
they’ve always understood
the sadness of the masses
and the brutes and beasts
with their treacherous tendencies
to betray even themselves.
The insanity of the Genius
has always been the line
they wouldn’t cross, even if
they might then be loved.