How comfortably I nestle
in lustful prison of my wants
under the pretext of exhaustion!
I distorted my creative vivid self
into a slow moving crawling animal
sick prey to soul-eating hungry passions .
Where is the happy human I was, before?
Oh, I wonder, I lost control? I shudder.
Beautifully I mused undoubtedly in
my familiar cradle of logic!
Simoom,my chaotic thymic both
excites and corrupts me ...
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| PAINTING: Simmom by Serge Sudeikin, 1915 |
