I’m not crazy
They’re just hyper sane

-Wesam El dahabi

Isn’t it beautiful when their flesh meets yours,
their tongue on your lips,
hands held down into fists,
and in the broken mess of confusion,
they find you.

Drowning in hyper sanity,
they forgot the beauty of your crazy,
and it takes carnality,
and a release of all that is normal,
to see, life’s much more comforting on the other side.
Their normality is the straight jacket of missionary.


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