Madness

Madness consumes miserably searching for sunken ships. Tactically venturing through darkness feeling for the rush, this Martian floats. Time has no meaning and purpose is now obsolete as Mercury is absorbed by each breath. Transcendence sips slowly struggling to understand meaning of the present moment. Alas, there She is, still glowing centuries later. Fighting this dream the mania erupts. Closer and closer these dreams find true weight. Forever the Martian will wait.