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Hallucination
We’re doing battle with his body.
Speaking to the silent voices
Because past craziness
Comforted if nothing else.
It takes drugs for some
To see these wondrous visions.
They walk around in their stupor
Open to what was closed
What was shut
For the sake of keeping open
What should be open
If we can have a life
Which can be at all open
To those we hope are kind enough
To be open with us.
And this is my acid free life.
And I didn’t even have to be educated
To realize that this was never art.
With their expressions
Hiding themselves from the land
Which silences art’s voice
With artsy paint brushes
Which collapses what stands
In favor of what sits
In the seat
That is the vocation
Of all that we must have
If the denials are to be succinct
With the reality
We call reality
In desertion of the word
‘Hallucination.’
