To my character

the fact that your insanity

makes sense to me

should be worrisome

but it isn't

I can see the freedom

on the other end

of your realizations

we could have spoken about words

revolutionized communication

made prose and poetry bow to our will

made all languages squirm

as we rewrote them

if I could free you from my mind

you would still be my character

the only one with sentience

but then again

you really wrote yourself

I only move my hand

and you push yourself

from my subconscious

to my paper

to the world