I have stolen a valuable painting
It may be of my mother
I don't remember the stealing
I know I have it now

And my father's wrath
A menacing blue sphere
Whose slick weight I can feel
Without touching, 3 metres wide
Almost as though it were spinning inside my chest
One hundred times a Second
Screaming, furious,
A menacing power, I could never hope
To fight, a few feet from my eyes

I am large and tiny
I have corners which hurt where they
touch hardness
Sweating under the weight of my
Feverish hallucinations

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