My Mind
I loved to draw stick figures and also,
Nightmares eating up the page, and
Disintegrating emotions, and also
A willingness.
Dancing is one of those disgraceful emotions.
I eat it like sandpaper.
With no ending, grasping.
There is a presence, calculating.
He is like a phone call, all haunting and hovering.
And like a shower, it disrupts my power lines.
I have to escape, like wires, alive.
I tried again and accumulated more gold in me.
When I lost my mind, it wasn’t just blades.
It was cold-waiting, and electricity in my teeth.
Nothing of the phone made sense to me.
Because it’s all stick figures on the other side of nothing.
When I lost my mind, it was midnight.
And more, pouring, sensations, non-sensations,
Just caressing like a snowy figure.
When it was midnight, I was really supposed to sleep!
Which is the most important thing: sleep, sleepiness,
The jungle, the tundra.
Other places where I could teleport to.
And still, no sleep.
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