Go Insane

Go insane— 

But never judge the breaks

by the bones wear-ing a cast,

for the silent bones are the bones 

whose breaking often goes

painstaking-ly, un-note-essed.

They may heal, and marrow 

may refill their cracks,

But it slowly pools 

through invisible holes 

in tendrils weak—around the back.

Panning for survivors through

the coals of molten flesh,

the wounds are deepest where 

the old blood meets the fresh.

And even though forgotten 

pain awakens in vain 

without a bullet-proof, 

word-proof vest,

there is no cage 

made of rib-bone or rage

with steel enough to restrain 

the thrashing scars from for-give-ness. 

But still invest— in the insane—

for it is the bane

that often precedes life's very best.

As for the rest, I'd say, 

there is, truly,

little con-se-quence.

--Someone Who’s
 Picked Their Heart
Up Off The Ground