Believe - Poem by Sarah Sisson
where would I be
behind the blind subtle whisper
of my own intentions?
It is not stopping to come closer to the world.
If I dreamed life then my fantasy would no longer catch me.
I can't breathe with this nonsense of life that has become right.
And life knows me well.
I have to jest at the world I receive
and come to believe I am sane.
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