and see, through OCD
my kitchen table
with thoughts of fire
bursts into flames.
making a friend’s movements
into a musical.
my unwanted guest
my mind, myself.
make me wish
I could make
the world die,
to think the world
doesn’t love me,
in my own head
to lose my mind.
growing stronger equally
as we are the same.
on myself, weakness.
From the empty planet of myself, I look across
a cold grey landscape which runs forever, barren
without nature’s blood. The sky pulses under
image after unbidden image, a kaleidescope
where snakes constantly crawl over themselves.
Once there was a light, an image
that never changed, an anchor, immune
to involuntary influence, the promise of tomorrow,
of being, of bloody survival. The world
of which I am a part, would never have me.
What can be done, can be undone, and the light
froze into a circle and cracked like a dinner plate.
The Intruder Mind, the state of nature
never needed me, breaking me, the individual,
into everything, unstoppable images linked inseparately.
We are eternal
We are the wind blowing through the trees
each note of a symphony.
We are lust and passionate need
a lover’s delicate fingers.
We are reason and cold calculation
the insatiable mind.
We are legion
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