everyday i see less sanity
walking along these streets
and you standing there
might well be a poster child
child that you are
screaming out your warnings
of panic and global warming
waving your hands about
like a directors
and doing nothing with them
what are they that would direct but not do
they are nothing
and so i continue home
to straighten the books on the shelf
and to close the door tight
after tucking the small key
under the new swept mat
the world is nothing to me
and i cannot do for it
but only in these small spaces
perform small graces
with the quiet prayers to
the familiar phrases of praise and peace
i see less sanity every day
looking at you the young one
i can't believe your state of mind
stretching to swallow the cosmos
with your jeans ripped and ragged
and shoes untied nails spotted with colour
small things build up
to become the whole
i see less sanity every day
and i wonder what you see in me
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