too sane

does all the color

run out of life

when you get

your shit together?

might you as well

perish on the glassy sea

when your boat rounds

the horn without a hitch?

what is life without

the death of moments,

or the rhamphorhynchus

nipping at your nuts?

and what of the kaleidoscopic

acid bath aurora borealis

and a sea side panic

of the plague with

monsters in the mind

and too much too much

to buttress the beast

and cure the cancer

and finally philosophize

over a cup of tea?

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