It makes you think.
Or maybe it only makes me think.
But regardless,
I think maybe we are all the other face of
Madness.
I think maybe the line is much thinner, the edge much closer
Than we let ourselves understand.
I think maybe the difference between
Me
And Sylvia
Might have been a day at the park,
Or a kind word from a dear friend,
Or a movie I saw as a child.
I think maybe it could always have gone that way, for me,
But it just didn't.
I think maybe it could always have been different, for her,
But it just wasn't.
The way somehow Earth evolved to hold life, and Mars, so close by,
Is dusty and dead-
I too, am inhabited by a cry, and I do not intend to let it swallow me.