chaos of memory
black green frost
string pulling gets nowhere
he knew but did zilch
chaos returns
in her eyes
and her hands
she knew and visited
me in prison
chaos on the street
and in these cells
smelling of urine
memory chaos
mind disordered
who am I?
fragments of self
green chaos
frost pulling strings
violins screeching
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