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The world is constituted by
our perception mechanisms,
fluctuating images are flickering
in front of me, created by my wavering
vision; living like fish in an aquarium,
unaware of the substance that
surrounds us – we can’t
get out to investigate
The world is constituted by
my senses which are fooled
so easily by my feelings and
emotions, causing changes in
hormonal discharges of adrenaline
and serotonin – my levels have
plummeted far below par -
I have no feelings left
My inner being is hanging
from the rafters in my mind,
scared of life and responsibility,
flattened like a pancake, my cork
of joy is held under water by the brave
attempt to sit up straight and
concentrate on typing words
that have no meaning
Any more…
Margaret Alice
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Margaret Alice
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