Trance may be overstating it - try dazed
auto-hypnosis, low-level mania
sparking within the cloud; transport confused
with tiredness; neural extemporanea
freaking the cortex, everything running down.
No need for draught of laudanum, or zanier
lysergic brain-melt bringing vision on
like migraine aura. I am indisposed
by dint of instress, nursing a damaged crown.
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I had to modify the caption of the blog these are posted to
(http://sevenpits.tumblr.com), from "a poem a day, until there isn't"
to "a poem a day, unless there isn't", which makes it possible for me
to miss a day (or two) without feeling I've fallen off a tightrope...
Dominic
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