Bang on my door so I cry

Blank pages, empty cases, limininal spaces.

where my spirit hides

when I detatch from what is real.

Let go

Float away.

No I'm never here to stay.

Dejavu moved again.

Thought I heard myself again.

Past me, future me,

All yelling where to find me.

Lost my body, gone again,

Back to never never land.

The places I stay

Never feel safe.

Not paranoia, just the gift

Of a Bangin

Body and brain.