Numb then exposed suddenly
the world a big face greeting me
numb to who we are
to who we were
simpletons in the mist of our own emotions
Over tea coffee and the illusions of life
Real truths able to navigate their way
through our understanding
we are unable to catch any as they surge and diminish
Blurred out by routine and assumptions
gripping at tiny morsels of what is real
finding ourselves on the ground torn
microwaved on a plate naked and disfigured
cooking the drugs in our veins
avoiding those personal truths that wound the soul
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