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What can I say
about this
that I haven't
written in the pages
and pages
and pages
that come before
this one
but it has
erased and removed
the block
and the pen
and the words flow
now like a
Flood
moving through my
Blood
the images form easier
tales are told
with more
confidence
Pain
Fear
Confusion
those who whisper in my
Ear
Brain
ghosts in the corner
of my eye
that enter through
my nose when I
Breathe
Memories that collide
and jumble
So the past is muddled
While drunks argue
outside my window
standing in pools of light
that fade to black at the
Edges
waiting for rain to
cleanse
and wash away
this dirt
sweat
blood
I dig through
paper
I dig through
sound
I swim in
this ether
this mud
and breathe dead air
while the dog
stares at me
with Sadness
in his eyes
waiting for something
I can't see