In the arc of the life dreaming
More yet to be done; the last paper poem still open ended
No violence to be done just now
A stretch of painful searching
An internet profile to be made
Exile from the progress I had thought I made
Only a limited amount of time to enjoy myself before work reimpinges
Calling out for assistance but none there
The one drug I have rendered impotent by antidepressants
So searing the brainwaves with poetry
A line of abstractions comes to comfort you

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