in the hours when time is nothingMature

in the hours when time is nothing and torment is everlasting,
it is only you who knows my symptoms and the dosages necessary
to bring me back to myself.  i do not need to feel transparent
in a room full of people, like a backlit window from the street at night.
it is enough to know you can see right through me, it is enough
to know i can turn out the light.

The End

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