Upon My Walls (day 691)

I’ve pasted time all over these bedroom walls
Dripping with a thought that’s never passed
In spite my insistence on back pushing
Mind-swapping, and counter-imagining
Some days I can even see the portraits
I painted in monotone upon the walls
Thick eyebrows and pencil thin noses
Some of them scream out at me
The others look out distractedly
Lost in deep thoughts I’ve long since forgotten
I pass everything off on my walls
They repeat after me
Reverberating my madness until it’s real

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