The Sun, Edvard Munch

what percentage of the sun is madness ~ of the all consuming doesn't care less kind are we even talking percentages when a taint is enough ~ beauty/life giving how cleansed you feel when it's just enough ~ so much is true all at once ~ it'll blind you! you'll die of exposure! I know enough to bathe in this madness to let it change my skin and my hair my mood enhanced as I step out the dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot forgotten in an instant ...---...til we look to the ground and there's something out of place that's it. spoiled. the moment done for the creep of impending thought...---... sear to strip away please how much madness/is too much is there such a thing as/too little when the sun shines we forget it all those rays make something more of the spaces inbetween SOS calling