Psychiatrist's Chair.

we
all walk down a-many roads
at congruent times―
though no supernova,
no paranormal
powers

just human―
with its complexities,
triumphs & flights,
with its vulnerabilities,
deprivations & rights,

with its fingerprints,
irises & blues,
with its imperfections,
corrections
―still subdued

& we’ve reached
the closing scene―
the last act,
the final leg,
of a sore &
battered mind

which brings me
here