How do you keep your mind sain
When suddenly, everything seems to make
A racking sense?
How do you deal with your restless questions
When all the answers you once gave
Brought fuss?
How do you use your hand rightly
When all your touching was wrong
And you know it?
How can you say anything true
When all that you narrowly knew
Were half measures?
How can you bear it in such a place
When all the places you've been
Where worse?
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