my system is wrong, feels hungry and fatigued, when I
eat muscle spasms wreak havoc with my physical well-
being and I feel even more exhausted than before
it is the inescapable bane of seasonal pique, even
obligatory antibiotics does not relieve – seems to
make things perceptibly worse
will do anything to feel well, think any thought, repeat
any words to escape shrinking feelings abounding
in my head
anything to undo evil spells changing paradise into
hell – anything to feel well-being again, happy as
me delighting in my little corner of the world
but I’m in prison where the spirit languishes, not
even a dream can break tedium of painful head
and aching limbs
no angelic presence and spiritual accompaniment,
life keeps shrinking – until it starts expanding again
I will dream I’m somewhere else…
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