Why Psychosis Makes Us Wander
Psychosis cuddles with the far-off.
And grumbles.
In my face they shrieked like slop.
And globs of truth.
I’m multiple.
Struggling in this desert.
And then “further” grows.
Crumpled like secret codes.
Psychosis made me walk 10 miles.
It was the nearest gas station.
I’m multiple.
And we grumbled.
Makes me far-off.
The only thing that’s constant.
Is not remembering last Wednesday.
How dashing.
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