Sanity,
Sanity,
Sanity!
I banish thee!
Can it —
Can it —
Can it.
I cannot stand it.
I’ll not hear another word,
Not one more
Come to me
Look at me
I can smell
Your jealousy
For you can see
That I am free
Do you seek
To imprison me?
To restrain me
With your barbed words?
Deadweight in your spittle
In your confining vitriol
SANITY
Its preservation
is the soul’s
Condemnation
Look at the sea
Feel the ever-shifting winds
If I am insane,
Then the elements are too.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 