stillness, no peace...waiting, to no end...mouth wax, muscles wood, stone bones...the noisiest silence imaginable...hours fall one leaky-faucet-drop by one...mind drags body on the chase of every wild goose in the forest...(psyche hangs, caught on every available metaphor and simile)...all the ghosts are present...all the pasts are now...all futures visible, only unreachable...endless tune plays, half its notes missing...the inner visionary-genius and dementia-victim meet, converse, collaborate, conspire...purgatory, not death nor life, denied both waking world and healing dreamtime...continued forgiveness plea finding no reprieve...another spiral layer to accumulation of alienation...frail leaky boat drifting further and further from anchoring shore...surfacing under light that mocks, absolves, entices once again...
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