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Words Come Off Pages (Kisha Kana-Lafayette, LA)



When my legs are numb and I feel myself walking sideways
I reach to find my way in the dark
In a moment I lost everything
But really everything was there, my mind was just shut off to it
Inside is where I’m safe
When the night air hits my skin, I’m out there
Not in here, here where I’m safe
Safe to allow the hallcinations to come
To feel the insanity without fear
Out there, I still walk sideways
Is it me that is sideways or the only one upright
Why am I alone in this? 
Why doesn’t anyone feel the vibrations, isolated in the limbs
Or see the world bend, or shadows from the past
Played out like an old movie screen but transparent
The thoughts weave in and out like ribbons of knowledge floating in and out
Oh, the dreams; hard to distinguish them between reality and they seem to co-exist; like a complimentary bonus you get with life, they are both real but have different roles.
The words on the page move and rearrange in front of my eyes
Starting to see life as two parallel movies playing simultaneously
Words come off of pages

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