Open Asylum
Here the lunatics are free.
They walk the streets confined
within their minds,
and peer out through the blinds
and the visors of their faces
to see
a world outside
their continent of cells.
It shines out:
the cunning, sensuality and terror
and that strange, otherworldly grin
of the damned world locked within.
poem by Brian Taylor
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