Lunacy


Over the rooftops my soul glides
Gently and unrushed
As the night closes in I see
People in the streets below
Pacing to-and-fro
The body in bed, numb with cold,
Contorts and shrinks
Into shapes too familiar
Yet so unlike me
And I smile
For over the frowning clouds
The best of me is saved
Rocked by a soothing wind
Towards the moon
The bowed new moon
That draws stars upon my brow,
Nurturing with glowing hands
Every illicit minute of sovereign insanity

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