art-time-collective

you say the glass is gone and you’re here now
well not here with me but you know
or you say “you know” and you mean I know
you know
so suddenly awaked from dream of shackles and blindfold
or not blindfold maybe but coke bottle glasses
distorting, giving headaches, making dizzy
now you can see the whole cat
now you can feel all the way
freed from spurious numb world that held you
who knows how long
trapped and banging on walls no one else saw
ridiculous terrified mime and no one even throwing change
maybe now and then flopping out pockets
shrugging shoulders, exaggerated frown
but not anymore
now: color, texture, depth
now rooms are there when you aren’t in them
now reality a less elastic thing than ever
and now you’re here
but not here yet (soon soon soon
I tell myself always, to survive)
hold onto this I want to beg of you but maybe instead
smile and kissy face and I love you
this is not a love poem but I love you
hold my hand tight you don’t have to go back

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