I would use the time off from thought;
take away my sword of words and
leave me in the waters to shrink
as all the chlorine dissolves me;
pry out my teeth and eyes, leaving
my tongue to wobble on in
endless fantasies of comic relief;
give me pen and paper and a
braille calendar so I might count
the days to the end-of-time.
26April17
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