trampled by dream

ravenous
while raving
madly at the
spiraling
moon beset by
blinding
disintegrations
in an absence
of actualities
as the sun begins
the long ascent
in sizzling
quasimeandering
tonal waves of
total silence

madness grips
too tightly to
a flailing fool
contemplating
drowning in an
abandoned pool

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