old madness resurrected and uninvited

but clearly bethought and well remembered

surfaced

it does not feel mad right now      it feels real and

it feels true and true is all i have       all my own

because maybe i do not know what

true true is      maybe my ruler is a figment only

whereby whatever i measure is too short

and too much like those colanders i like

my truth escaping through the holes

where it is never gathered or pooled and it just

flows down my mind-stream and now

this feels very much like

closing

            time

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