In the Folds of Madness
I cannot see the trees,
nor a single leaf,
nor the grass that ripples like water
in some half-forgotten dream,
dear people, I cannot see at all,
no one,
nor full recall:
the meaning of laughter,
the miracle of love,
the warmth of a smile,
skin, the otherness
of a lover, of a friend, of family,
even strangers, people...
I am blind,
lost in the folds of myself,
in the folds of madness
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