Sane No More Poem by Pierre Rausch

Sane No More



It's no way to handle it
Overlooking the letters
Sweaty and unsatisfied

A trainee identity
Concerts recorded
Transposing the consequence

With lightness to many
The collector's CD
The sentence far away

Another midlife involvement
Stared across the fish
Folk in the bar

Likely to evolve
Likely to evolve

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