This is madness
“This is madness….”
I climbed to the top like Dante
and followed my shadow irreverently
swiftly down the slippery slopes of hell, such beauty
my breath taken away by fearless poetry
a moment exonerated in loneliness
breath like bread is eaten up, a last meal devoured
removed as if it were an illusion
the Schumann in me still silent slowly beats,
the eyes eclipse;
this is madness....
My Life: A Croquis
Candide Diderot. ‘25
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