The Goal of Madness: A Critical Cause

Future signals
Weather the case
Of every jagged cliff
And slope.

Whispers haunt
A distant pause;
And a howling scream
Relays the fictional truth.

Punching through
The likelihood is
A real resonance,
In spite of its broadly cohesive,
Constructive code.

But for the madness
To exhale,
A contrite victor
Must be established,

Whose rare,
Unmistakable,
Involuntary collapse

Revolves around records
Of ageless wonder...

...an opaquely querulous
And congenial soul

Whose dustless criticisms
Defy repair.