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An Onion Named SamThere once was an onion named Sam,
He came from the land of Kablam,
One day it seems he was stung by a bee,
At once he decreed, "ouch, that bee stung me!"
And the onion named Sam ceased to be
The SilenceIt grows continuously, as each day passes, a little bigger
Longer, the distance it covers, growing into time
I have hope that it will break, that I will hear that one sound
I have not heard it, I have forgotten it, it has been so long
This quietness forms a canyon, many miles wide and deep
I am standing at the edge, looking across, over there afar you are
Do I ask for too much, is what I ask for completely insane
No, it is not, but still each day the canyon grows deeper
And each day we grow farther apart
You told me that you want to make me talk
You told me that you wanted to be my friend
At first, it was true, but after our time together, it grew
It was not so deep at first, and soon we built a bridge
It was small and would swing in the wind, but it could hold us
But that bridge has long since fallen, broken by the time passing
And it is just the two of us standing there at the edge
Then something changed, I look over at you, across the expanse
You were over there, but not alone, but
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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