Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it-
Thank You for letting me live for a little as one of the
sane; thank You for letting me know what this is
like. Thank You for letting me look at your frightening
blue sky without fear, and your terrible world without
terror, and your loveless psychotic and hopelessly
lost
with this love
Furless now, upright, My banished
and experimental
child
You said, though your own heart condemn you
I do not condemn you.