Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

It is finished, is never said of us

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.