Normal has no
ground
only quicksand
sinkingly settling
self
deludes
with thoughts
in an hourglass
thoughts
tell the time
and
we are done
before
we know
anything
the desert filled
with empty thoughts
has
no nourishment
to sustain
life
arid wind blows
our thoughts
globally
inflicts all
on all
thought storms leave
us blinded
no where to travel
grains irritating our
senses
cover ourselves in lies
no where to go
sink into
narrative
lost
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