Earth, unknown to one whose
Mind is unjust; whimsical trails
Of laughter in the sky,
Like shooting stars undefined.
He flies, showers of dread falling
From a cloud; shattered by his
Abhorrent imagination,
Like syrupy waterfalls.
Above reality, no longer bound
By his rules; an achiever of
Confused enlightenment,
Like philosophers of idiocy.
A fanatic, confined to his
Yodelling skull; reeking of broken
Bells in an endless paradox,
He is destroyed. A fragment
Of thought and lunacy, he crawls
Like limping insects of ground.
idiot's story 