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Tornados Of My Mind I sleep in the womb of my tornado. It is so quiet, I hear nothing. Spinning all about me are childhood friends, family images, women I loved and adored, women I loved and despised. It's a maddening kaleidoscope I see with my eyes. Yet, the only sound I hear is... Inhale Exhale Breathe I look to the sky through the superfluous garbage, I float through the uterus, my umbilical cord intact. This tornado is mine, she protects only me. I await the birthing, and clearly, I can see. Yet, the only sound I hear is... Inhale Exhale Breathe Get the forceps, extract me please, there must be more sound. I need a freight train rolling; I only see funnels touching the ground. My thoughts I'm beginning to fear, my actions chaotic, confused. Yet, the only sound I hear is... Inhale Exhale Breathe My cosmic brain conflicts with my mind. I need the drugs I cannot find. Prepare the blade, a guillotine is in view. Is that for me, or is it for you? Still the only sound I hear is... Inhale Exhale Breathe I pray this nightmare must come to an end, my brain is damaged, my body growing thin. Thank you for waking me, my life must go on; I'll look at your photograph, and listen to your song. I can clearly hear You now, but you say You must leave... Inhale Exhale Please help Me breathe |
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