The wounds that keep on opening

The ship frozen in crystal

The nightmare come unbidden

The wraith that keeps on rising

The overcoming never overcome

The tragedy recurring.


How do I come into the present again?

Today I forget what it means to be anything other than a damaged tapestry.


How much energy is the past going to swallow today?

Today my self-defence mechanisms are wearing out their own gears.

(Lucky we are built as anxiety-machines! Otherwise there would be nothing left)


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