everything as it should be
everything in its
right place

of any kind
made real by the
very presence of my

reconstituted self
not strewn over a barren desert
doubt plunging like night as shadows fall
self-assured and resilient
going every which way in a typically busy day

it falls
     so easily
   when I think

in a moment of temporary
lucidity I can preach to
my own sanity and see
that there

is a gaping hole where nothing is the matter she used to be reassure myself and in a desert desperately

I will stay

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