I was not to feed the fog
But it just took it
And I am hungry
Roaring fog all around me
I can’t turn it off
If only I could go home
Cutting pieces of fog
Cutting pieces of cubes
If only I could use them
Pleading with the white fog
to move away
It is now moving downhill
O Black Man
You have a White Lady too
Call her, and she will feed us
Words, not heavy like bricks
Easy to carry
Moving one word, one line
The White Lady is in your room
Do not resist her,
She’s there for you
She gives you food in White Bricks
Use them to build
Your way out of this place
You are a Pixie
Your brain only newly forming
Do not resist
In the bin of mental illness
We are safe from Harm
She protects us
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