Poem for Sanity

I draw the hottest bath and do not sleep in it.

All allow the view of Thanks

for the Dance by Leonard. I stay

Safe, thanks. I save the saying.

I know I can be too silent. 

Books apply to my bris

By association incompletely.

I know it looks insecure but

Silently nectars 

The coefficient, by now

You must know. 

It makes more sense to try to follow the end.

Final Song: Listen to the Hummingbird