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Jane Thissen: Writing

Asylum in art

 

what of the memories

blue fog we wedge away

resuscitate our sanity

calm magenta dreams

false innocence

 

battle the past

always our present

no holiday meals

no celebration, nostalgia

simply purple dread

 

what of the chronicles

we can’t recall

on purpose

lightning flashes a doctor

would dredge up

 

if we remember them

would we be artists

still brush orange, ink passion

or succumb to

asylum of bitter judgment

 

art is the process

of remembering and

forgetting

of being someone else

being the same