Entrapment in the static midst

"Juxtaposing knowledge" - a little about madness.
By Scaramouche, the Po(t)et, attempting to find ways out, and - this is actually about the internet. Because I spend way too much time there. It's about the mental emptiness one might experience after hours of pointless wandering about in hyperspace. It reflects them, more or less, and it results from apathy, from never knowing where to turn. Or what to know. Also, it deals with some more psychiatric issues. Not as pretentious as it seems, or as ambitious, just - slightly mental. Madness comes in many shapes and fashions, similar to how the words set to describe them changes into multiple and semantically deviating forms. You never know true meaning before you add it yourself, and even then it may vary. And thus, at the end of the day, it's all up to you and your own judgement; knowing what's reality and what's not, and what to seek from and within what we consider real. Furthermore, I'm a little unsettled myself, from having watched the creepiness that is "Gothika" - a thriller-movie starring Halle Berry; very traditional but rather underrated - and was completely absorbed in that inexplicable, indefinable, non-substantial notion that you sometimes experience when you exit a dream and are not yet fully awake. In-between, that's it; you're in this middle-sphere, a medio, an emptying purgatory, and you just wish to escape the prison it constructs around you. Break out, become aware again, and properly, to make the senses capture every impulse, fully, as to register impressions that you face; transform them into something worldly, something you may fathom far more easily. And yet you battle, in desperate fight, and in despair, all these approaching walls on each and every side of your physical being, coming into view, and there's no way you can avoid them - you're shoved onto the outside, like a stamp, applied to looking glasses; watching, learning - there's just darkness, leaping into black holes of confusion, ignorance and sleep. The draining powers.

Transported somewhere half-between
I've been around suring again
Caught something hitherto unseen
But lingered far too long therein

Should spot the devil at the mercy
Come to clean and clear myself
Yet I was keeping pace, straight on
Sent forward to the upper shelf

Amongst so many merry searchers
Power all the less the engines
Became so, even in reality, was swallowed
Silent as the wailing sirens

And there to stay, remain, to stir
against consistent drapes, no leave
Partition too secured from outerworldly
impulses, instead receive

Co-ordinates all set, as I go static,
freezing in the midst of action
Opened up a failed attempt to conquer
and attain this very last contraction

These visions of someone or other
eagerly in need to learn
Then view the distance, and therefrom
to know the wisdom makes it burn