Sunday, 27 April 2008
feeling marginally better for b'fast out/ 've just written a poem in an attempt to leave some tangible trace of me today/ 1141...contemplating a glass of red, though i really shouldn't (indeed, even contemplate)/ the first time i hauled myself out of a deep and slimy pit of psychosis i did so by writing constantly/ every emotion, thought, sensation i experienced i'd catalogue in minute detail in an attempt to objectify what had become an intolerable nightmare generated by massive introspection/ and it worked/ i became, as a result of my psychosis, terrified of my mind and the thoughts it would generate/ but seeing them laid down in black and white took away their power/ anyway h'over's possessing the superior of me, so i'll write later...
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