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  • From where did the seeds of sickness spring
    from what depths did they arise in blackness
    cloaked under veils of ignorance
    scared into the light of day,
    scared into being...
    too much fear around this
    it wraps her face into weird contortions
    it cloaks her bones in a thick layer of doubt
    even her cells beginning to question their ability
    to support this organism in health and vitality
    my fear is different
    hides itself in fissures and secret crevices
    it comes out in the night, come to get me in sleep
    or sometimes even in the light of day when i am struck
    silent
    we all have diseases that wear different guises
    my mask of reality begin to crumble
    my brokenness begin to bleed into the light of day
    there's no more room under there
    it bubbles over, shatters into thousands of little pieces

    It wasn't supposed to happen like this was it?
    But it is happening and somehow I am awake here for it.

    What would a picture of reality look like if it contained
    deep sorrow, injustice, pain, grief, horror?
    What would reality be if it did not contain them?

    God gives and he takes away...
    Shiva the destroyer, Kali with her blood-lusty hands grasping at flesh

    Where are we all going? Will we meet again?

    Something about my love for you lasting longer than the time it takes for these questions to be answered...
    Longer than the time it takes our bodies to disintegrate slowly into moist soil.
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