the culture rises to meet insanity
kisses it on the cheek, says
you're just like me
and that's all it was
and science's triumph is drowned in the vast sea of nil

if the mind is the world let it be paradigm:
sanity, then insanity
self stability and unsustainability
two categories married by one essence
divorced, but with too intense a history to stay apart.

(let's say in the corner a child is playing with blocks)

now she still holds her head high in the forum
still looks down her nose at the lost ones
still gives herself cancer without understanding why
still gets naked and public and ends up in the papers
you dig?

but she clings to herself in so many cells,
she's got a social media account for that.
she draws a line from herself to herself, and
that will be all right.

see, you are like me. and that is okay.
but it sends shivers down her spine
like a strange, strange wave
there's something new she has to swallow
like a grave grave grave