Mania was my Immaculate Conception—twice,
2 extended periods where I could walk on water,
read people’s minds, predict the future; radio
songs and tv commentary spoke to me personally,.
guessing what was on my mind—god in heavens
and all was right in my world. For the time being
slowed: always good and plenty. Some suffering
in translation. To die for. A consummation
devoutly desired.
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