The world is too much madness
For I to be a part of
Too much twist yet unspoken straightness
Too much tree with broken branches
So much ease in wild wirl wind
That drinks the mind lean
Thin through a camels eye
Yet heaven's gate isn't wide enough
For suicide

The world is too much hardened beauty
Soft enough to paint its Ugliness
Sky blue beyond blues singing its voice a toad
In time and space transcending divine.
An enticing yet uninspiring steam
Makes me boil in shrinking bubbles

How lost could I have come?
How fond could I have long
For a madness my predecessors
Fetched life out of in wealth
And health?
This Madness

I wish things were better

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