Theater of the Mind

There is something wild
and freeing,
in the very losing of your being.

That place where all your
feelings flee
because of deepest misery.

Be it thirst or hunger, strain
or strife
your feelings die to save your life.

Of course, when all is well
and done
you ask them back to join the fun.

Just be sure you let
them know,
so they can sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.

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