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Easygoing Hallucinations
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Thanks to the medicine
And exhaustion,
There are movements
To the side and over there
That I impulsively
Give shape and reason
Some kind of small
Creature interloping,
Though I should know by now
Is nothing there
It is a gray feeling
To go through this so often
Not nightmares
Or reason for
The intervention of an institution
Small things I see
That are not there,
The first intrusion in a
Hospital after two days
Of sleeplessness
And drugs
And afterward,
My chest having been opened
With inside parts set
To the side so that
Parts of the heart
Could be cleaned out
It worked
It was trauma
There is legacy
For the time there is
I do not complain
For having days and days
Since then
And maybe many more
If there are new challenges,
I’d say it’s gratitude
That campaigns
For quotidian victory
Brings me to the river,
Though we don’t
Cross over yet
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Moody Reflections
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September 19, 2020 at 4:43 pm
I’ve had a word with my old friend, Charon, he said, words come from across the river that they are not ready for you yet. Live long and prosper, Christopher.
September 19, 2020 at 7:56 pm
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