Killing Pain
By Convolution
I lie upon my floor, sapped I tinker with my vision, flat I touch the hand of girl, near I burst the dams of joy, clear We may not like existence, same We fill our blood with poppy, tame We cannot move in this life, dumb We rule ourselves with nature, some You judge our movements bitter, no You indulge in greater evils, though You melt your mind with ergot, grown You crush your silent crutch, unknown If I may help you understand We have a problem with demand You lament the issue with a sigh Not even it took me that high The smoke, the seed, the warming heart Eat it, bleed it, shift apart You know it’s there, your conscience floats On joy’s humble asymptote Written September 27th, 2001 © on Sep 27 2001 08:49 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I lie upon my floor, sapped..."