he claimed Glory when Insanity
screamed, “Mercy on Me.”
he knows better than her
they can never be more
than two minds
attempting to be four;
egos checked at the door
he knows better than them
when it was what it could be
he danced a dance like a
King with leprosy
he knows better than us
they’re overindulged in
an intellectual fidelity
where curiosity lingers;
he’s checked out mentally
he knows better than anyone
when time flies
and in her arms he lies
it is what it is…
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