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Dark, Gray Cloud.

Even if I were rich
in comparison —
well off, let
us say — and not
drowning in debt,

if everything
was settled
and seemingly silent
with respect
to societal matters,

even then:
there it would be.

Still it would loom,
this dark, gray cloud
over me, a surreal storm
ready to strike
when I least expect it.

Lost, without trust,
void of truth.
around who gets it.

I would still
feel insane, weak
and pathetic.

This is the issue:
all else,
symptomatology, so

I have got to dig down,
fingers diving
into rich soil

to grab
this by the roots…


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