Behavioral Therapy
We're the monarchs of the night.
We need not speak, only breathe.
We're not perfect and we're not the same.
This world is good enough if we let it be.
Deserts bloom after hard rains.
We are all dancing in god's mind,
radiant, draped in silver and gold.
If we know what we say we know
then what should we fear?
This morning, I woke,
made coffee,
and watched murder
on the television.