We all go a little mad sometimes, Collecting broken things to fix hearts Scavenging our lives to live a bit We all go a little mad sometimes Tracing love to its inevitable doom Reading fortunes buried in old newspapers latching onto imagined injustices and unrequited loves We all go a little mad sometimes Gobbling tragedies on endless tables Gathering divining ifrits under a storm’s tail Deconstructing God till she is reduced to binaries We all go a little mad sometimes