Perhaps if I touched you, passed my plague directly to you like leprosy, you'd understand
Maybe if I breathed on you, exhaled my airborne bacterial or viral like 2020, you'd comprehend
My dreams breed more dreams that permeate then take root and suffocate choking the oxygen
---haps if I - -, passed my plague -
To you like you'd understand
Exhal--
Erasure of memory and self
at least
it's not chronic right now.
...
Not
Chronic
...
Era
...
Sure
...
Era of dark fulfillment
Light containme--
.
Are...
Erus.
I'm
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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