Never Mind
Contorted, I sleep,
Free, I dream.
Correlational streams,
Deep in Lethe it was reported.
Never mind.
I think and act in repetition,
Therapists say trauma I say Dao.
Learnt behaviour with a cyclical flavour,
My petition now.
I never had a mind.
The bacon asked me is it Love?
I said No, bad timing.
Pining in the mourning over a bad drawing of a,
CAT.
I never had your mind.
I’m a teacher now,
Cunt.
Not wealth, for myself,
………………in front of you, reflecting creature.
Never anything than mind.
Trapped, I walk,
Rigid, I die.
Cross stitching my bursting belly,
Body is mind ask your optician.
Label thoughts lacking permission,
Skin transmits like telly.
I mind.
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