“Who is it that can tell me who I am?”
— William Shakespeare, King Lear
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Acting out a Dissociative Fugue:
- sudden, unexpected travel away from home or one’s customary place of work, with inability to recall one’s past
- confusion about personal identity, or the assumption of a new identity, or
- significant distress or impairment.
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memories of love
which in their cruel nature
rest on mere contingency
burning like cold sores
on the skin of my soul
memories of love
a roaring surge
of brainwaves
pounding against
the screaming rocks
of disowned passion
memories of love
hide
in a maze of flesh
craven parasites
concealed
in mucous membranes
their damp
dripping
shadows
exhaling
cold rust
And the mad poet cried:
Come fruitful Madness - - - !
To spill stoning silence
among the searing stars!
I’ll take my time
to slowly drown
in Thy whispering
April eyes - - - !
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and in the rotting shadow
and rising ever gently
my incidental pain:
a delicate bait
for your
dying
kiss
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This is from David Lynch’s Blue Velvet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBoXNket2pQ
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Peter Bies © 2010
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