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Tossing through the night

Dreams of Madagascar and white offices

These sleepers

And these bleepers of the mind

I don’t know who I am anymore

As I grasp apples and oranges and put them in place

The skyscraper carpet looked like the kind in the Overlook Hotel

I saw Danny in the Deli

“No liverwurst today, Mrs. Torrance,” he said with his Tony finger

Then he started having a blackout seizure

I stood by a window and looked down upon the big, big city

All the other windows were looking back at me

I feel nervous

My soul is shaking

I don’t want to talk

I just want to breathe slowly alone

I wish I had some life in me

I sat at the diner counter with my head down

I couldn’t finish the bacon

The check sat there

I was supposed to pay and leave

But I could hardly move

I told the waitress to call me an ambulance

Then I was in a white room strapped to a table

“I’m not crazy!” I yelled out. “I just feel the pain of everyone else’s mistakes.”