In Sanity

Sanity is a state of mind
And crazy is just one other
One belongs solely to myself
The remaining to my brother

So I create friction against you,
A small spider against Mother’s skin,
For time speaks only when spoken to,
A cruel messenger wounded by kin





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Seelix said...
Dec. 27, 2010 at 11:09 am
Very interesting. I love the last two lines of the first stanza.
 
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