Speaking with Sanity

Speaking with Sanity


Something in the moonlight foretells of trouble:

an event coming to threaten my stability-bubble;

a happening that would abandon me beneath masses of rubble;

to locate me would be an assignment for the Hubble.


Something in the scent of the air hints at collapse;

this would occur when my Sanity, once again, snaps.

My Sanity is a hotly-contested issue

by the voices within my head (who speak only that which is true).

Then my Sanity debates with them also:

how are the voices informed? He and I want to know.

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