Sunshine on Crazy

Sunshine on crazy doesn’t illuminate
Only makes colors spark and splinter and burst
Glass beads spangled dress
Swish dizzy back and forth
Wrist bangles jingle jangle
Swell the sensory overload with words
Spewing out mish a mash, strands of verbiage
Almost like sentences but twined
Around each other like strings of spaghetti
You standing by the window in the light
Doesn’t help the rest of us understand
Like you insisted it would
Or at least that’s what we thought you meant

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