Accidental Grace

SUNDAY 160
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ACCIDENTAL GRACE

The enormity created elegance
The bare bones back-lit
Brought grace to the aftermath.
And so we see the monument
Rising of its own volition.

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DOORWAY TO HELL

Your body may be sick;

It is treated.

Your mind may be sick;

It is treated.

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Today

There is no differentiation.

Pills, injections,

Therapies

Abound.

Above all there is sympathy.

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But go back two hundred years

To a Mental Asylum

In New South Wales.

These steps,

This door

Would have struck terror to your very soul.

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Maybe you awoke

Muddled,

Befuddled,

In a grey mist of uncertainty.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Maybe I am not here at all!

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Maybe someone asked you something.

Maybe someone brushed up against you.

Maybe someone looked at you in a strange way.

Maybe you were made to eat unpleasant food.

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For whatever reason

You cracked!

The whole world exploded

In a bewildering array

Of flashes,

Noises,

Sensations you could not describe.

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To escape, you flailed your arms,

Screamed,

Kicked,

Yelled abuse.

The well-meaning attendants were powerless

Against your devilish strength!

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Several of them pinioned your arms,

Tied you in a straight-jacket,

Frog-marched you to the steps,

To The Door.

And locked you in.

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There, in the dark

You suffered alone.

Until reason prevailed.

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Or until you died.

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Be thankful.

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