Despair

Your barrage of words comes at me
Like a machine gun to the head
You use it to keep yourself alive

It deadens my tongue

Your fire hose of memories
Disassembled and reassembled like a jigsaw
Keeps you real in this world

It scrubs my hippocampus

Your tornado of remembering and doing
Leaves you no space to
Feel your despair

It is my spiritual practice

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