Superimpose - Poem by Kari Mattlage
It’s time to superimpose.
This pernicious game has to end.
I never understood the objurgated treatment.
Stuck, I was.
In another visage.
It’s a tricky trip and most never make it back.
Sometimes it’s hard to tap into the predominant state of mind.
I pray for the fallen.
I pray for the living.
I hope I never fall prey to recidivism.
It is time to SUPERIMPOSE.
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