Disturbing Diagnosis

We three
are a triangle
me
where I'm going
and
you


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They use their fists
to stop you
being you
and you'll get by
as someone else
not knowing it
until one day
you remember


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60s Surfer

Washed up like a 60s surfer
dirty beach, dead logs, flotsam
you dig out your Chuck Berry
I play Jeff Beck on headphones
that cost more than an iPod

You are an imagination
a caller from tomorrow
and I run a hospital

I'm glad you're here
I know, considering the way these things work,
all this would be impossible if I wasn't
but sometimes I speak for my own benefit


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