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My endless insanity

flows away from me

drip by drip-

trailing tiny lines of release

down my wrist-

palm-

fingers

painting my once white carpet

with an appropriate passion

of intricate patterns.

The shaking of my fingers

different every time

slows sonsiderably,

almost with grace

reflecting the end of this pain

of my condition-

so typically human

to be depressed

more so to see it as wrong

without fault to ourselves-

not to see the beauty

of the intricate red lines

of the hope they bring

or of the freedom.