Shocks Away – the beginning of the breath that was lost

I get excited when I meet my heroes
It’s like the man I called ‘dad’
pierced my brain
when he had his way
blew my mind

into space
and particles of me
my brain
my psyche

hover o’er black holes

This autistic mess

Looking for the little girl who was me

Eternally

Like a hundred little me’s went tramping out

Telescopically splayed into the universe

Tunnelling to find myself

Spread like stars

My own little nebula and now I’m picking them out of black holes – super nova’ d into space

Over a million traits; character; individuality; personality; brain cells dispersed

Left for dust

 

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