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Am I here?
Sometimes my head says I’m not.
So not here that my eyes can’t see
but my hands, my ears, my nose, my tongue
can see.
Where am I?
I am not where I am.
The door, the threshold I must cross,
is far away, but I can’t see it.
I can feel it, hear it, smell it, lick it.
Why?
Because I cannot see myself.
I am blind from confusion, maybe…
I reach only to what I cannot reach so
I’m sure I wont get it.
Who is she?
Is she a woman, such a woman to walk.
A blind lady with a dog.
She is emotionless, her dog pulls her
towards the door.
Where will I go?
I will go where I’m told.
Through doors with no meaning,
without the threshold I need…
Am I here?
Reality’s grip is letting go.
I am falling faster into doors,
Or are they traps…
That’s funny, I can’t tell.
Can Anyone?

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