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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