In my mind
I'm fairly fine...
Yet sometimes
these thoughts are out of line.
Strewn 'cross the page.
Bottled, but broken
from the way they savagely tear my brain open.
The clowns are all laughing,
donkeys, they cry
all for the fear of these elegant ties
which fasten our bodies to our minds.
For I know our hearts work hardest
to bleed a masterpiece
through the hands of an artist.
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