people cannot understand why I lean on building walls

and stare with glazed eyes at some eyes at some middle distance in the air


oh he must be stewed or pussy-whipped or shell-shocked

and walk away in their smug ignorance not know how fortunate they are


I wanted to peel back the sky and have mind-blowing visions

and I did and now live in the remnants of my personality


each tiny gesture from someone to me overpacked with sensations

that only set in motion the opening of some portal in my own sky



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