findingself
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It’s hard to throw a mind onto paper.
Perhaps it may burst open
in the most unpleasant way,
dripping through to who-knows-where.
Perhaps it may shatter into a thousand pieces,
A wonderer -- A wanderer -- Imagine it!
To be.
Where you adjust your frame of mind
to fit your every piece.
And every patch you thought was waste?
And shard that pricked and screeched?