before sanity strikes and traipses back the long way again
Mud-caked truck treads roll over sighing carpet fibres
who see another day of moderately effective scrubbing
Trail of drips and drops lead mockingly
to near-flooded grey-brown soupy sink
that sighs as it tries to drain
Where their trying makes things messier
Or my trying makes things messier
Bible in hand, diapers checked along the way
almost to the window spot when I am caught
And I sigh
And He sees
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