Needs that catch themselves,

Hung up on this reality,

Catch 22’s 360.

Flesh fixed,

Because moving it….

Is reinforced stillness,

With punishment.

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And still the pull to push

Pressures onward.

An internal locus:

Happy to ignore all hinderance;

As if pain wasn’t in waiting.

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Standard stiffness,

Couldn’t touch this.

Excruciating existence…

Casual movements create conflicts

The size of wars.

Chemicals shifting my biology,

Perceptions,

Capacity to connect,

Sometimes stealing words:

A mind over loaded.

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Doctors want me to believe its all in my head;

In a way it is…

Yet the body has more nerves than the brain,

So the problem lies in my body,

A nervous system set:

Pain is what it will get,

As that is what it knows to expect.