| Fragmented Footnotes on Self-Diagnosis |
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| Endless alarm |
| You surround yourself in endless shades of grey |
| When there’s signs that it’s obvious to cut away the chains |
| When there’s hope that it’s easier pushing thread between the seams |
| It’s not silence, but is it close enough for you? |
| And sometimes it’s easier to speak to no-one |
| When I counted these mistakes and I feel unchanged |
| A memory deeper than the sea, the mother of us all |
| With partial paralysis, the shadow turned his lips white |
| It’s not silence, but is it close enough for you? |
