Crying

Here are the tears. The ones I've denied the ones I've lied about over and over and over the waterfalls of conformity disguised. Here are the tears. The ones reflecting the bright shiny sunshine demanding my mouth match some image of bright blue eyes smiling. Here are the tears. Six or seven who goes to heaven was your bread leavened or did it have GMOs? Did that make your toes craven? Here are the tears. Hard to believe so many years between your fears and mine. Hard to fathom, but me and the madam and the lost man and the rapscalion surely have something in common.