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YOU CAN'T HAVE MY DISEASE

by Dawn Davidson

THOUGH THEY TRY AND NAME IT
I CARRY IT AROUND LIKE A LOST CHILD

IT IS LARGE AT TIMES, AND HAS A PRESENCE
AT NIGHT IT GETS VERY INTENSE, THIS FALLEN STAR

IT SHOWS ME GREAT GREAT ART, EVEN AS I REST
IT PROJECTS ME TO OTHER TIMES AND DIMENSIONS

AND THOUGH FOREIGN, IT SOME HOW IS THE MISSING
LINK TO HELP ME SORT OUT THE LIES THAT COLLECTED THERE

I HAVE COME TO BE WITH IT DISEASE MY FRIEND, THE YOU
AND I MAKE STRANGE DREAMS, THINK IMPOSSIBLE THOUGHTS

ARCHITECTING THE UNDER ABOVE AND SEE THROUGH WORLDS OF
PROMISE, ROADS THAT HAVE GIVEN UP, PRINCES NOW THIEVES

BUT HERE I HAVE ON MY LEFT BREAST A PHYLLOBES TUMOR
THAT GIVE BIRTH IN ME, THINGS I NEVER UNDERSTOOD OR KNEW

HOW TO GET TO, THE FORGIVING AND THE FEAR, BRIDGING THE
DESIRE TO JUMP WITH A GREAT SUN CALLING ME TO SWIM

THROUGH THE SAGES AND THE SANDS OF TIME, AND NO TIME
LEAVE ME WITH THE DISEASE OF MY CHOICE, MY TEACHER

OF PATIENCE, AND LOOKING INSIDE; MAYBE NOT ONE I HAD
IMAGINED BUT MORE REAL THEN A DREAM MY DISEASE

07/12/2018

Posted on 07/12/2018
Copyright © 2018 Dawn Davidson

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