7.09.2014

Lovely

So much wasted thought
on delusion––
I want the truth!
The whole truth!
Nothing but the truth!

So help me,
lovely,
return to me,
suddenly,
for so far
it's been
a troubled stint,
a mind a-fixed,
a life in splints,
a hurrying
encouraging
madness
and all that
madness brings.
And it's in me
like thrusting,
a knife twisting
and pulsing,
oh lovely,
comfort me,
I don't want to be
amid so much
madness
that I let
madness win.

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