by Lajos Becsi

Created on: November 06, 2009

Enlightenment.

They've taken all. No, not my sight, nor hearing.

A neighbour tries to lead my mind to hear him.

My furtive glance away from who is shouting,

Must wait for what I want to see. Ah well,

My inner eyes can see a clarity, so brilliant,

The essence, pure, of what I really know.

Just fancy that! I see indeed now, doubtlessly,

That I am free to think I tell my neighbour

In the cell beside me. Those bars don't stop us

Talking to each other. But then he says, oh,

Quietly and concerned, convinced of its great

Meaning: Of madness only madmen know

its bliss! And smugly turns his back on me.

Absurdity! For hearing that a madman speaks, is

Then, ex aequo the hearer's sanity a consequence?

Checkmate, I think! I listen to the traffic thunder bye.

It's there! And through the grates my eyes can see

Flamingo-coloured candy-floss: clouds floating

In a pale blue sky. A silver-painted cupola

Gleams up a cross of brass on wooden church,

Reflecting falsely gold its rays Even the

Steel-wire mesh is lit before the Klieg-like

Lights go on. And suddenly I hear my voice

Ask:Whom do I owe this rare delight? Is what

I see mere figment, or lucidity? I sit amazed.

My warring mind is finding peace! Reality at last?

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