Poem 41

Palpitations

Unclear visions

This restoring liquid failing to comfort

The amber life-source billowing down

A broken glass; it can’t be contained.

It helps to heal but its

Effect on me is to draw alternative stories

Imagination flowing wild and

Dreams, reversing the un-living truth.

A relief to some but not to me

This drink, unfailingly

Brings out the worst behaviours to see

For me, it isn’t the right key.

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