my love sleeps and my mind it creeps
searching through the fog
for something to grasp, a futile task
when my thoughts are but a cog
that grinds away that wall that may
shield me when I might rest
free from all that conjures me
the worst and yet the best
in all that yearns and wriggling worms
that build and build and build
a structure high I can't defy
an edifice of transient bliss
of why and how and why?
written in three minutes. Just an idea.
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