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sweet ridicule Apr 2015
nirvana
nirvana me
how did I get here
soporific no more
this story
is spinning me into hurricanes
salty skin lustrating itself
and I shake when
people open to me
raw raw raw
like an onion
draw tears
out of me
they come very easily
like secrets
I have
none
zealously for life
defines the dreamers
I will never be Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
or Frida Kahlo
but I am art
I will inhale from Lethe
every day of my life
because
I will create a new earth
every gasp I take
and vulnerability is my power
consistently unabated
I'll strip down naked
before the world
before I give up my
Lethe
this woe
this cataclysm
does not belong in me
power power earth
Remnants of a cataclysm,

Drift over my feet.

I stand paralyzed,

Gazing upon the ruins.

Slow thoughts,

Followed by slow emotions,

Settle down.

I shift my position.

Helplessly breathing,

With nothing left to grasp.

— The End —