This is my comfortable psychosis.
I am bobbing, up and down.
If I stop breathing, surely I will sink into it.
This will pull me down to the very floor.

It is romantic, how this black thing
reaches for me like a newborn.
My skeleton stretches and groans.
Into the depths I go.
Fixing my eyes on a center point

I am able to persuade
an average audience that my pieces
are glued together- the mind is
healthy and working.

Have a look.
You have a standing invitation
to the show!

Light years of ambiguous visions
filter through me and all I can
do is dream about them.


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