I was watching
the game of sanity
from my perch above
In my little space
with all my contradictions
Most of the horses were
on the board
Playing the game of
What Is Sane
bored with the triviality
of having to wait
for logic to move
from the black trunk
that was welded shut
by footprints banged
out of righteousness
The sane dreams were
now underground
battling misplaced grand ideas
that were floating within small ego balloons
of powerful well dressed sailors
that have never been to sea
but looked good eating forbidden candy
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