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Can you live with crazy?

she asked.

Yes, he said, as long as it's gentle crazy.

She walked around hiding behind masks

& he realized that wasn't crazy at all,

that was normal,

who doesn't wear a mask?

Visible or invisible coverings,

we shade our eyes 

& try not to see

what hurts our heart.

Maybe crazy is a door to freedom.

Let it in, see it, feel it,

then, like a bird in flight--

set it free.

 

◄ Blue Guitar on a Red Chair

Faith ►

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