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Side 4 Tonight I will measure out the lines I will stride from the stones to bench to tree I will step softly and avoid the mines Set there by those who hate me to be free I am now a broken kaleidoscope Every month I am turned by my meds Their changes turn the dial, my perceptions Shift as the shattered glass turns and my Personality changes, the colours Define me, but they have moved against each Other, grinding, producing sparks that start Fires I can only see through broken glass Something's under the ice, the ice is thin It rises, the ice cracks, lines spread out like A spider web etched on the frozen skin I will hold them, the lines on this cold lake Through the lines of broken glass I can see The spider web of my soul torn apart By gales of med driven wind from each side Of the square, so I stand in the middle And despairingly, desperately try To hold it together, as stones and trees Move when my back is turned and the line...

Side 3 I well remember people, places, things But no matter where,  it was people and They always broke me and the Empty Kings Of Addiction presided as I fell Their eyes were full of joy, wisdom and tears Their hands with scepters, with pipes, rocks and papers Don't want to crash, just fall my dears Into the depthless blue but I fell From the steeple of my hopes to the ground Of my fears and I look down as I fall On the Empty Kings Of Addictions' mound Where they stand with their eyes filled with love

Side 2 I wake at 6am Waiting for the engines of healing to begin. Engines are on at 6:30am Short men in dirty overalls struggle with them in caverns of polished steel Meals are at 7am, 11:30 am and 4:30pm At 7am the engines are running at full speed Cylinders the size of buses reciprocate obscenely. The short men are stressed. They watch dials, worry about grease steaming away. Classes are at 7am, 11:30am 1:30pm and 3:30pm Recreation time is 11am to 11:30am. Walking the quadrangle is tough on the nerves. Who knows what side 4 will contain this time? Ward meetings could be anytime. Advanced hypnotic techniques are used. A soothing yet authoritative voice. Spiralling patterns like spinning seashells on he TV. We are told of possible engine malfunctions in the near future. Meds are at 7:30pm For some of us the time when sunlight though a dirty window resolves into images of the short men, filled with joy and wisdom. At 7:35pm the light is sour yellow, illuminating dus...

Quadrangle 1. a plane figure having four angles and four sides, as a square.   2. a square or quadrangular space or court that is surrounded by a building or buildings, as on a college campus. 3. the building or buildings around such a space or court. My thoughts are starlight Through broken glass And when that splintered light Falls upon me I will walk one side only I will walk in shadow Quietly crying, "I am here! I am here!" Like a small child Lost on a beach