Sanity, that necessity that feels like a lie,
Its neat suit and tie all pressed and crisp
Like some plaster wall in a new kitchen.
It’s no good…! I like open plans,
And this solidity stifles and muffles me.
Obliterate the barrier, and take life back
From cold schedule and confused focus.
But now that the concrete disintegrates,
The abstract has no form to inhabit and dies with it.
Spirit sinks restlessly and without solace
And even if the truth stands before me, it can no longer be grasped.