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I know that my story will come off sounding crazy to most “normal” people, 

But I am ultimately at the point where I really don’t care how I come off. 

I can finally say that I’m writing this for nobody except myself 

Because if I can manage to put my experiences into words 

Then perhaps I will gain some kind of perspective— 

And if I can gain some kind of perspective, 

Then perhaps I’ll arrange the events 

To my liking…. 

And I can 

Arrange the events in a sequential order 

And perhaps from this order 

Find meaning of some kind 

To help me process 

What happened. 

Still 

I need to remind 

Myself that I am writing 

This for anyone 

Who might really be 

Experiencing something 

Similar to me. 

I reach out to you 

And leave you all sorts of clues 

In hopes you will see 

That every moment 

Trapped in its geometry 

Is hidden in time. 

I hide in numbers. 

And gather up all your thoughts 

Because I love you. 

 Do you think it’s strange 

That the words in this machine 

Whisper like a nun? 

When I was in the heart of psychosis— 

When I had lost touch with reality 

I couldn’t find a voice that would help me. 

I think I am the very voice I sought. 

I think I have been in the darkness now 

Forever and into eternity. 

And I am not afraid of it at all. 

I inscribed all of the electronic 

Footprints that marked all the ways of my path. 

Old books are wont to collect dust on shelves; 

My electronic footprint does not fade. 

It is like electric static and yarn 

That will always be knotted together 

And tangled into some kind of chaos. 

I think somewhere in a distant future 

The archeologist of worlds explores 

The antiquated musings of my ghost. 

I haunt these halls in ways that are unseen. 

With these words I add to the collective 

That vibrates blue along the window sills.