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The Postman Syndrome

The Postman Syndrome

Amputees Make Bad Swimmers

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Chapter I

Whats with me and stars, gardens, blue light, and the trees?
Sometimes I feel like Poseidon losing control over my seas.
Came face to face with God and it left a scratch on my sanity,
but before I go down I have a feeling Im taking you with me.

Now the boat is capsized, vessel smothered,
making it hard to breathe.
Our biggest worries below us, hiding in the water we cannot see.
Paranoia and curiosity get the best of me.
Turn upside-down and catch a glimpse of whats under
but now I cannot see what this means to me.
A fury of stilted speech sparks the tide.
Ride it deep to your muse birth.
Drink it slow.
Taste the undertow of pretension.
The liquid embryo congeals in your throat
when all you take away is that my metaphors blow.

Better to scold than coddle.
Better to drain what follows.
Before the rain unbottles, look at the swill youll sw*llow.

A lonely road, badly paved and hollow.
Stepped in a hole, fell into a flooded tunnel before you rowed up,
before you came up shallow,
before you echoed youd rather drown than sw*llow this.

Its not the same as being afraid to swim underneath the sea,
and its not enough to picture your arms as limbs of a tree,
but Ive got you here with me.
Ive got you, and you cant leave me.
Push away, crawl away, but youll never leave me.

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