you have no
fucking idea
the lengths
my broken
brain has me
go through
to keep this
shattered sphere
of sin spinning
obliviously on
its shifting axis

repetition
routine
a rigid fear
if i make one
small mistake
the house of
cards comes
crashing down

there can be
no variation in
the pattern
without sending
waves of chaos
an apocalypse
of a fool’s failings
raining down upon
the ones he loves
trading sanity
for a safety
only implied
in my mind

the sparrows see
as madness dances
in hazel incontinence
the ragged king
whispering love
to be carried far
forgotten declarations
littering the land
in shades of
desperate despair