The visions are increasing
You haunt my thoughts
Images perceived or real or desired
I shake them like a woolen rug
Flung over the rail
Pieces or fragments
Of my being dropping off
Floating away
Twisting in the wind
Lost in the earth
Some tangible in my breath
Bits of my soul become
Foreign objects lodged in my lungs
Collapsing them collapsing my reason
Stealing my breath
Stilling my heart
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