Imagination is a Janus-beast
which vagrants in my skull
A drug of bipolar nature,
Bringing visions and hallucinations
more vivid than reality
Sometimes I am thrust from sleep
hearing my own muffled screams
and creep sobbing from the darkness.
Whole yet, but with memories so clear
Of maggots dropping from my flesh
or babies death-cooled feet
Other times, it is joyously benevolent
And sparks fly from my mind
as I bound between worlds,
and ideas ecstatically trampoline.
Uninhibited adventure is mine
so that I love my Janus-beast.