And the only sane ones
are the ones with no souls.
The happiest people jump out of windows
to greet the warm emptiness
(too eager to wait for their prescribed ending) -
to meet the others (the girl who died stripped of her dignity,
the boy whose love was a sin) -
to hold desperately onto nothing before they are made entirely of pills, or of lies -
to know that nothing, ever, has been understood.
The happiest people live with meaning; and so it dies with them
and the only souls left
are deemed sane, but this illusion too
will jump
if it is given the freedom to think.