ill illuminati

the light stabs
daggers into the
fogbank inside my
hollowed out skull
traipsing through
the blinds as they
rustle with the
morning breeze
an ill illumination
casting delusions
in shadow theatre
between eerie squalls
frozen static lingerings
a tired misfiring
asymptomatically draped
in synaptical malaise

i lose myself
following these untrod
trains of thought
a dismal illusion
chasing butterflies
through dreamshit horrors
painting the caves
in metaphors with
shaking hands alight
with painful truths
playing penny ante poker
in pandering prose
a profitless prophet of
half baked philosophy
a dementia of absentia
in lurid purple streaks

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