Friday, May 4, 2018

Going to Utrecht


 They put a rod in your mind,
 screwed the terrors tight.
 Applied a tourniquet to the gash
 until nothing moved
 below that dark surface.

 But were you really sick?

 You ate the colors until
 your eyes reflected them, learned
 to walk unafraid, learned
 how to safely ignore those dangerous,
 saccharine poison whispers.

 And are you really well now?

 Well, can you put weight
 on your mind? Can you get on
 that train of thought?

 Then there's work to do.

 

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