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ZOO Mar 2017
Every few years, I forget who or what I'm doing
4-5 hours lost, to trans global amnesia,
I wake up, haven flew around in circles
      and at a road stop, in semi trailer traction
       no doctor can determine the cause
of why I can't remember,
of what am I suppressing;

how I wished in dreams, THEY would go away,
the describable things they've done
that makes being human.

Every few years, I forget I'm a saint
4-5 hours of acute pressure,
a signal,

         I wake up crucifix-
       my dark roots, i don't blame you
for it, I came along
    I can't end this
or dismiss it to places and win.

— The End —