"take care of yrself, kid"

swinging on swing sets under starry skies
the liberation of the dissolution of the time trap
could you hear my Ketamine callings?
my only true lament laid away, laid to rest
free from the emotional vampirism of servitudes
cut from the cord holding you in place
exposed to the foolishness of bravery,
to the true beauty only found in parking lots at night
surrendering to the sweet selfishness of impulse
& basking in the warm love generated by generosity
I am immediately impacted by the emotional exfoliation
from a world rough around the edges-
littered with strip malls full of unhappy occupants
& with junkies dying in apartment complexes with happy names
tumbling through the looking glass-
-falling down while falling up
lost within a world larger on the inside than outside
trapped on the terror staircase
it's occasionally difficult to operate this shell
of what once was
forgetting to refresh the current page
inhabiting the spacey mind of a dreamer
finding yourself an addict to drugs now synthesized
the insistent calling of my soul tipping eternal scales
tipping milligram scales in the name of love
tipping anything in the name of everything
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