each morning when I awake from a
troublesome sleep although with each
moment there is some sort of clarity
that did not exist before... down and
dirty cards have been shuffled, dealt,
and played by me as my mental fortune
seems to dissipate a little more with
each hand... crystal clear are the visions
that flow through the veins of my sub-
consciousness as they twist and turn
ahead of the blood... righteousness logs
sit like patient hounds behind the eyes
waiting to be sawed and burned in an
effort to stave off illness during each
game, as my senses, are depleted and
my desire to live no more is tested.
6 July 2022
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