In chaos spun, a hidden pattern lies,
A dizzying dance where reason seems to flee,
The artist's hand, where wild invention flies,
Finds form in depths the sane refuse to see.
A fractured mirror, showing truth askew,
Reflects a world both vibrant and forlorn,
Each brushstroke born of visions fresh and new,
Though whispered sanity might seem outworn.
The actor's trance, a soul...
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