No slumber
for this leaden head,
with heaving chest
my psyche adrift
gripped in a cyclone
of foolish reverie.
Vital sprites
brand my minds eye
planting chimera roots
of inarticulate desires,
sowing seeds
of wanton confusion.
Such perjury
of my heart. What lies
this spirit now denies,
ignites afresh
an abhorrent chemistry
that piques my craving
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