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Traumatically Windblown

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Psychosis carried in the gales,

for I am surely windblown,

windward from my own psyche,

where boundaries of reality have eroded.

 

With concealed hands,

a nonvisual hallucination caresses

the encasement of my soul,

provoking verbal responses.

 

Nothingness which wreathes around me,

a curve in a state of non-existence

meandering around my body.

The compass of my soul spins.

 

Following the scent of nothing,

I steer into my own deception –

into an opaque fog,

distorting my perception.

 

Blind to this lightless entity –

blind itself to me.

I can now see the unknown,

camouflaged into what I hallucinate.

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