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"In the fellowship of the to be or not to be"

Between Us and the Sky Smoke break in the lockdown psych ward was the public square The agora of the insecure or overblown Wherein each of us was crazier than each other Exchanging our schizophrenic paranoias there With each other mistaking us for Dad and Mother And out of many one dysfunctional family Wherein the unspeakable was fluently spoken Everyone insane in pain where some someones remain The garden of memory weedy and overgrown There where I always knew I was and might be again Where the brilliant and the beautiful go when broken Going for broke in a haze of psychiatric smoke As if we were on fire and who can say we were not In twos and threes of dos and bes gone strangely awry When anyone remembered then what no one forgot In the fellowship of the to be or not to be I was on a pilgrimage and some were in a rage With everyone together and each of us alone All of us alone together in our metal cage With razor wire and chain link between us and the sky +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX