These eyelids, though taped open,
brutally defy my notion to continue consciously through today.
These delicately monstrous mountains,
though snow-capped and breathtaking,
do not offer the jolting burst of awareness I need.
This music, though melodically inviting,
cannot peel me from my delusion.
This coffee, though fantastically strong like crude oil, so much so
there are beans getting stuck in my teeth like chaw,
doesn't shake and grate this delirious mind.
Confused and confound to my snow cabinet,
this sleep deprived insanity
drives me to spout of hatred for lack of the snoozer.
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