The drug smiles for me
reptilian and affable
it moves I follow
The slow blink deciphers not
light from dark, motion from static,
marks time only out of habit
The cool embrace of a limbo
where distance is measured in
bodily functions and solipsism
This is peace: cottonmouthed mute
and clamorous silence
is my retreat, my surrender.
I do not love or hate,
laugh or cry, want or reject.
I am, it is deemed, chemically sane.
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