how did I get to this place ?
this undetermined stop. inside the garden
of the walled indifference
of me. do i stop in recognition of these silent
shadowed spaces. do they perceive me, at my
weakest point. do they hear the
static overload. the voices that push
& press, all the buttons all at once.
the pressure to address,
the irritation in my mind. that is pulled
to the point of overload. are they the
silent witness to the thoughts
that live past rescued reason.
the shapes that watch & follow.
that walk, stalking beyond the cracks.
pulling me over the unseamed edge.
inside the well worn ridges of my
descending mind[set] in its oblique
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