foreigner

troubles of the mind
      played out
      like comic strips

flipped
switch

the mind blacks out
light
an familar disconnect

    no longer can it touch

no words to put this out

  no words to reach this.

my inexistence an untouchable feat,
but i’m still here
standing
working
eating
breathing
looking

still life. 

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