Jayson Iwen: .1.4.1

You have descended from animals                                      Who descended from angels
Who alone have descended                                                 From the darkness of their own choice
Where nothing holds its shape for long                                Hold out your hand
And feel for rain                                                                    The pain of sex

My great grandmother taught my grand                               With a knife
My grandfather taught my uncle                                           Respect with a pitch fork
No one arrives at insanity alone                                           It’s a social conclusion
Like finding the baby                                                            Waiving goodbye from the top of the stairs

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