Against a declining spirit on a low ebb
A bushel thoughts flood my mind
Some fluffy, fine, easy to find
Yet, they fly away in a second
Before creating a lasting record
Others, for awhile tarry
Actuating sensations I so long to bury
With un-anticipated solid sinew they take board
Ferrying me beyond all antecedented abodes
Drifting me into a nirvanic limbo
Despite your dipping me into a jumble
In a carefree abandon I let float
From one to another in this boat
For a moment in this daydream I luxuriate
As reality becomes but a mere haze
Then slowly almost imperceptibly
The flattering fantasy gets bleary
As if suffised with a sudden gush of sunlight
Its drappery veils seems to catch a fire light
Jolted into reality by flamming walls in my mind
I writhe in agony, one of its kind
The fiery toungues flicking my core in a torment rare
Unable to tear myself from this nightmare.
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