Each with its own quota of insanity
You said I divide my life in spaces
Separate from each other
Each with its own quota of insanity
But also specific norms that are sanctified
By the urge to keep them separate
True I do that
But why do I do that
Honesty is not some thing you doubt
It is also not some thing I will ever violate
And yet I falter
You falter
We all falter
But the nature does not often
And even when it does
Like an autopoesis design
It corrects itself incrementally
As we do all the time always
But imperfectly
Some times half heartedly
Denying it and yet doing it
Let us resolve
To pursue insanity
Wholeheartedly