darkness floods the mind with thoughts
the nature of which is unknown but
appears to be of a diabolical kind...
simmering and sauteing in grease
without the frying pan... throwing
off sparks like a july cracker that
whither on the vine like dead grapes;
darkness floods the mind with motion
sickness that no pill can correct and
leaves an illness deep within the soul
that no surgeon can remove... night
howls at the darkness as if covers
the remaining light like fog flows
through the valley of lowlands on
its way up the mountain... witches
brooms sweep away the dust and
mildew of our forbidden dreams and
comfort us when we are with sickness.
December 3, 2023
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