I want to reach into you and
shake the rust from your being.
You, the reader, my dear friend,
there are scales before your eyes
that can only be seen from here.
There is a needle-skipping record
heard only when you are near.
But you won’t believe me
because you are far too smart
and I, your pale equal,
cannot raise sufficient proof,
or martial such potent rhetoric,
to be taken seriously.
I am a madman and you are too.