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Routine Visit
B4 at the window
A period of sleep
Looking down
A courtyard, parking
Registration specified
But most cross-hatched
If you come here don’t stop
This is the way to Mental Health
The tarmac shines
A winter wind has scoured
Debris from the paths
There is a figure loitering
The portal balancing perhaps
The choice of (mentally)
Being in or not
More likely smoking
Years ago and at another place
A figure which emerged
To interface
With us inhabiting
Our different world
Though treatment change
Not this the dreamtime
In any case it is not easy to be sure
Which side of the door the healthy lie
This is the way to Mental Health
What does it say I wonder
On the inside of the door