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May 2020
I can feel
it happening

my brain
losing its

place

feeling like
I have to

catch up to
something

I can’t see

something I
don’t know

is real

things are
blending

getting soft
and slippery

nothing is
easily gripped

so it is
difficult

to escape or
at least find a

stable place
to stand
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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