SOME SANITIES

We have the nerve and the debris
Of weird composition and deposition
Some conversations and shrewd admiration
Weighing purposes in alphabets.
If I could wish I would disturb the earth
Making recipe for obvious sensualities
And some neighbors of time would
Join the worship. Yes,
In habitual willingness.
To split the silence pondering a comfort
Among definite reluctances, the lunatic mind
Crosses some anonymous garden, of playful
Abundance. And the momentary religion
Provokes the wind of bored weather
Staying alive in certain indulgence
Perhaps, for an invitation to season’s ordeal.