This thin veil of civility got leaner in the night.
We had the morals of the damned and a view that’s out of sight.
We are living on the inside, deep tunnels in our heads.
The safest place we’ve ever had are the dreams above our beds.
There’s a lesson in this history that the fears are sometimes fraud.
And all sinners loved the saints just before they fade to nod.

Beautiful poem! Yes fears are sometimes fraud. Well shared 💐
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