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Nov 2017
I stepped out of the doctor’s office
                      My vision is fuzzy
       I cannot see straight
He told me it was terminal
             I don’t have long
      I need to move
                      I can’t move
     I must move
        How do I move?
Nothing is moving but I must move
            I want to go home.
    I want to go home.
                                 Let me go home.
               I want to go home.
           I am running
                    I think I am running
       I want to live
              I am running
I can’t run fast enough
                 I need to run faster
      How was she alive?
                   She shouldn’t be alive.
   I am running
                         Not much further
           I cannot stop
                         Not much further
           I mustn’t stop
                         Who am I?
           I will not stop
                              I can see it
          Home.
                  Home.
    Home.
           Home.
                     I’m home.
             I’m home.
                    There’s someone outside.
          Who is he?
                     What is he doing?
           His arms are out stretched.
                     His arms are out stretched.
                               His arms are out stretched.
           Is he signalling me?
      Should I go?
I don’t think I should go.
                I must go.
          I...



But the man is no longer there.
I look around, but I cannot find him.
All that remains is four holes in the ground.
Only one hole is empty.
Friends fill the others.
I am home.
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     Oculi and Ariadne
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