Minus all bliss of torrential abyss,
Abodeless shadow shapeless passioning
Shifts–the transferrable ecstacy of
Being the antidote apogee of all
Disgust of fear of life’s complexities;
All then lost in sickening
solemn swirl
Of vertigo vortex
of spinning clocks

And accursed clicks
of old inklings locked

Away in minds left behind the next fray

To die torn, reborn
another dark day.

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