“We love the bunnies, for the bunnies, they hop.”
“We love them all day because they never stop,
…and we love ourselves, when we look inside;
...trapped with the bunnies on the hospital-side.”
My Mother spent time in a state psychiatric institute where they had a courtyard fenced in by an iron fence with white bunny rabbits that hopped about as a therapeutic aid for the inhabitants. When I dream about visiting her I always find myself on the outside of the fence looking at her with the bunnies....but not with my Mother, where I belong.
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