Impulse triggers impulse
And the mind begins to wake
The sparks that set my brain to work
Are firing.
Sensory inputs tell me what I see
And the fractured image upturned
Is reversed so it makes sense to me
Memories, stories set in faulty images
Play on repeat. Never ceasing, never sleep.
My mornings are this routine.
And these impulses are firing.
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