Rambling Denial of the Blissfully Insane

I do not believe i can sustain this insanity
I have not enough stunning sentiment to verse my path.

Cobblestone by cobblestone
I stumble over context and lie limp.

Unable to arrange myself in the thick midnight
I turn apple cheeks to the flare of the sun.

"Can I borrow some of that blazing flame to build
the fire I need to ignite the words within me?"

They must be in there, I have bumped them
in so many blinding corridors
and huddled among them in so many
frozen moments.

Perhaps they are sleeping along the interior
graveyard of my consciousness...

And only you can resurrect them,
my muse the speaker to my soul.

I know you, there was that immediate recognition.
Do you remember?

This I cannot deny my heart though
I will never skip the sanity boundary...

At least not presently.