Sheep – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

a special place,

sought not given,

lost in the wisdom of a sheep,

hidden in the clothing of a man,

a man,

is that the words I should use,

a thing,

a visage,

a moment lost upon the wish of a child’s tear,

tears not cried from eyes,

but built by humanity,

in vials of profanity,

you call,

I stop,

the perplexing insanities,

of a world gone crazy,

polished surfaces…

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