Diagnosis.
i want to believe you somewhere dream
& rest them subconsciously between the
insomnia you wrestle & the narcolepsy
you arise to battle―
in a space without border, ceilings,
margins, or boundaries hearing whispers
that walls needed to come tumbling up―
to restructure a place reminiscent
of youth, evocative of tranquility
reminding of home―
to let the misunderstanding & repercussion
of life echo then dissolve inside a space
between where you’ve come from & the
distance you’ve come to know you must go
you’re not alone―
case unclosed.
Mark Anthony Thomas
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