During

Living in a velvet box,

Comfortable but aware,

That all is not well.

Outside is crippling panic,

And untold joy unreachable.

Cause, effect and possibility,

Are illusory – “could have”,

A cruel illusion.

Hands and face tingle,

Gently like emerging,

From warm water.

Not on the outside looking in,

But inside looking out.

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