identity
take one by mouth
every twelve months
this coming twelve
might be the final stage
of the disease called You
Moons change
insanity comes to an end
where it originated as a place that made you belong
surroundings sorted out by colors and shapes
by failure to learn
your head swollen from wearing masks
from how much pain your fate has taken
how much dance and beating drum
to seed the clouds
neuronal pathways to dead-end found
the female deities of the totem finally awakened
thought of yourself as one
took so many names to survive
count lost
and all the pieces from different worlds
made the charade worth its weight in enlightenment
peace on Earth
Lord willing
is logical fallacy