Entering a room with a closet on a hushed late morning with rain heavy at times
only with the thought of keeping madness within bounds,
legislating reason into it, into the cross words merged with physicality,
hedging with restrictive clauses the feral urges.
Taking a test vote to register in public and hide a subcommittee fire --
who governs shall lead each for each into a dark called light,
bills getting passed as countries pass away,
then going into the kitchen and pretending nothing happened but nature.