Remission

Everything was upended
the ship’s brow submerged
me running upwards on a treadmill
all structures eventually collapse on another
all faces were canvassed
make up bleeding
former personalities
interposed on one another
won’t you love me for another mile?
when the dial tone runs out?
drag me out of retirement
you have no requirements
take my life and let me be
helpless, heedless, hidden in thee
depopulate delusions
deconstruct prognosis
reconstruct diagnosis
stir in me those waters
conjure up fledgling hope
let me be in remission

for free skies and open waters
in your own time and precision

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