MY MIND FLOATS FREE
My mind floats free, and I seem a
broken man - one of whom it can
be said 'everything now reminds
him of something else.' A broad
summer-camp breakfast dining hall,
massive in volume and sound, things
fading off and the constant throng of
people coming and going. There was
back then (as I see it now) something
so liberating about a wide, open
breakfast and its noise. Now, that's
all gone. I sip a close coffee
and eat nothing at all.
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