Diagnosis.

i want to believe you somewhere dream
    & rest them subconsciously between the
insomnia you wrestle & the narcolepsy
    you arise to battle―

in a space without border, ceilings,
    margins, or boundaries hearing whispers
that walls needed to come tumbling up―
    to restructure a place reminiscent
of youth, evocative of tranquility
    reminding of home―

to let the misunderstanding & repercussion
    of life echo then dissolve inside a space
between where you’ve come from & the
    distance you’ve come to know you must go
you’re not alone―

case unclosed.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004

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