decide when it happens. laying down. All is quiet, all is still. realization, I begin. I can fake that I’m alright. until my delight.
I toss and turn, I give in to subtle reality. I’m a prisoner until the next reality.
Please, leave me alone. only one solution comes soon.
I get up, I walk out. Then I think on the time. And that’s when so warm.
Then to light this prisoner’s wick. I’m a prisoner to food, and to my stomach.
Mystery
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