Stone Steps of the Asylum - Van Gogh draft
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I worry about all that stands,
from stone steps to trees,
the friction of those who forever pass by,
held spaces between the sky and the ground.
Whether a view could rush forward,
engulf my airways,
leave me choking -
unless I talk to it calmly,
lay it permanently in place
upon a canvas,
so stillness can be captured.
The energy of insanity
polarises as all there is
moves too quickly.
The stone steps lead nowhere
until we arrive.
Do we follow the sun at different speeds,
or have different suns?
I whisper to the trees
to teach me to grow,
ask how steps endure me, retain their integrity;
question how walls contain me.
Will they crack under the strain?
Does everything know how I feel,
but, more sensibly than I - wait until no one is watching
to rid itself of angst?
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