Today I remembered the only way out is through.
I read the Salt Mountain’s thirst for water. I found the tears the world couldn’t hold enclosed inside me.
A bottle balancing a ship that sailed years ago.
I think I recall my name now. I scream it at 52-hertz but nobody can hear.
My ceiling is rotten ice, the plank I had to walk on – they now carry to me.
It shall be my blanket.
I try to fall asleep and wonder,
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
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