My mind is full of wax - I cannot think,
Nor imitate the motions that it takes.
I spiral downward yet I fear to sink
Especially the sucking sound that makes.
My soul is silenced and the emptiness
Is deafening - my body hangs too loose.
I cannot meditate on my distress:
No part of me could withstand that abuse.
Where I am most at home, on normal days
I am a foreigner but new arrived,
Uncertain of the welcome he will find:
It seems a wonder that I have survived
So long through such incredible delays
Only to see myself go undefined.
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