diglot

there is a world that I sense

out of nowhere or somewhere else

I was there and I am not

now everything looks like

backward story

when I rented out my anxiety

fortnightly

I only shoot blank targets

for now

where there is no ground

and too many sounds

during all those sleepless nights

when my dreams are simply not happening

locked in the wrong reality

to which I’m hoping

to find the right key

but there are also others in the waiting line

ardently trying to find

release

in the same vast white walls

so

we are sitting here together

although not seeing each other

in this twisted rhythm

of our tangled lives

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November 2022

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