disassociation
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I find myself waltzing in a field
a place of unfamiliar faces
faces wih an unknown past
I must make this moment last
wandering down a winding road
people living on their own
It’s getting bad again
How do I know?
I went to the doctors for mastitis,
If you don’t know
it’s a kind of infection,
It’s when you sit down and your ass already hurts.
The lamp shade remains crooked, but you put it off
Until tomorrow and you start falling into that place;
The place without walls, but filled with floaty feelings,
Mission Control cannot be reached.
and unfortunately there has been a breach
out into the atmosphere goes my Mind
Hopefully it will not be hard to find
Pull and push,
breathe.
Tug and tear,
breathe.
Claw and grasp,
breathe.
Stare at the ceiling,
whilst the present
tries to slip away,
as you hold to it so
desperately
sleeping,
I should be sleeping,
But you find me here
up and writing
keys clicking
space bar tapping
anxious but calm
intervals of still and shaking
Subject wakes up.
Two dozen lashes.
Leaves spring from the trees.
Subject falls asleep.
It can’t stay awake it seems.
Doors: A, B, and C
