An Interesting Place
When the weight becomes too difficult to pull
I find I am relieved of the rope.
Things get quieter
But the questions are still crushing.
Lingering and lurid
They prod and peel
The protective plastic on my mind.
I fall into myself.
An interesting place
And I know the play there.
But not so much here
On this odd earth.
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