The Medicine’s in the Madness

Overcrowded jails, underfunded classrooms. Crooks in high places, gutters teeming with the homeless. Mass shooters, mass graves. Sirens, serial killers. Bullying soul-suckers swinging from the last thread of humanity’s sanity. Now take these tragedies, look between the dark cracks. See unbroken families, people dancing. Vast oceans, lush forests. Buses on time. Justice on time. Machine-guns melted into musical instruments. Good dreams fresh off the grill. Now close your eyes, feel our world rotate on its strange axis. Its wobble can indicate trouble or a love bump. On that which we fix our attention can become our madness or medicine.

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