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Help me! Where am I? In this sliding city sidewalks and cars spill into the road. Help me! Where am I? In this sideways city, sliding cars stop and pile high in the market square. I scream for directions, but the deaf subway maps are written in code. Repeating words that I cannot understand, I fidget and yank out my hair.

Help me! Where am I? In this serpentine city stinky sounds are calling to me from every direction. Help me! Where am I? In this slithering city sneaky con men with books offer me hope. Each word bursts into me and stays a burning compulsive conviction. I have no way to distinguish vital truth from fatal misleading cope.

Help me! Where am I? In this screaming city, that shouts at people I have never seen. Help me! Where am I? In this citeless city that makes ideas pile up without reference. Papers fill my desktop streets. Fliers for something out of thought, making pavement unclean. I see a man sinking into the undried asphalt, because drowning on dry land makes no sense.

Help me! Where am I? in these dried out desert dunes with an esophagus of paper Help me! Where am I? In this dune filled desert dried out by the tedium of the steady sun The soles of my feet have long since felt anything at all and my hands have begun to take up their labor Burnt skin rubbing against the sand in the empty sand plain with nowhere to hide or run

Help me! Where am I? In this desert of direction holding shaking light each way I look. Help me! Where am I? In this desert of destinations I am finished and senescent. Since I am out here alone I have not in years read a good book. For any caravan strangers, I hide my cactus wounds as they turn flavescent.

Help me! Where am I? In this omnipotent ocean, older than my mother’s mother? Help me! Where am I? In this old ocean, omnipotent over my last few breaths? Ships sail past me, floating on my plank, all of us are blinded as things get mistier. I am left to the wrath of the earthshaker’s nine daughters, who birthed me more deaths.

Help me! Where am I? In this seismic cyclops's stomach caught as their butterfly? Help me! Where am I? In this sordid sperm whale’s belly covered in dead fish and gray amber? Stomach acid drips around me as I break down into pieces smaller than a fish's eye. I am not a daring adventurer who quests for the skull of a distant monster.

Help me! Where am I? In the shortness of ticking time turning me into fireplace ash? Help me! Where am I? In the heat of turning time ticking away for seconds, till the day is wasted? Running up and down the grandfather clock carrying the cheese and taking out the trash. I have sat here watching for too long and there is nothing that I have truly tasted.

Help me! Where am I? In the vastness of space, empty and filled with my jittering? Help me! Where am I? In the shivers of space, a place where nothings crawl down your throat? And stars do not collide, because they are still far away in the wallpaper standing. I stare into the wall of light, and I rabidly repeat, reading the words I wrote.