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I’m losing ground.
Losing sight of what’s true.
James Hillman you’re right —
I’m losing familiarity!
It’s scary — I’m losing me.
I can’t see ….
Me? Where’s me?
Lost in between silky sheets.
My head is swimming,
my world is spinning.
Dancing in psychedelic days.
My mind is in disarray.
Common sense went on vacation.
Logic left me, disgusted — ousted!
He pursues. I’m confused.
His presence is a drug.
An addiction. I don’t want benediction.
Burning. I need medication.
He’s in my head, in my heart. Under my skin.
Delving in places no one’s ever been.
I’m getting lost, I’m losing direction.
Someone save me, because …
he’s either a blessing or a malediction.

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