I can talk or hold a pen - in my mind,
But the body does not listen,
And the self, the self obscures reality.
Veils of perception rented - I see beyond comprehension,
Overloaded by stimuli, I watch as discrimination withers,
And no one, no one comprehends what is incomprehensible,
And the fear, the fear obscures reality,
Numbness now ceases as waves of
dizzied, twisting, ether-scented nausea betray
despair, powerlessness and imbalance,
Until cryptically, magically and without reason,
Numbness is again reclaimed,
And I can talk or hold a pen - in my mind,
But the body does not listen,
And the shame, the shame obscures reality,
And the pain, the pain, it births,
Insanity.
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