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Gripped

In the white light of fever

The crawling

Sentiment

Ever

Coming

Unto nothing

A creeping certainty

Behind the eyes

To trace the threads

To pull the strings

Each twitch —

A desperate sense

What has been

What yet could be

To thrust itself

In mind’s light

The warmth

That brilliant fading form

Held and lost

All at once

Hallucination

Crashes

Then drags back out

In waves and torrents

Her chalice:

Overflowing

Let the it’s brine crest

To meet the lips

May its bitter taste linger sweet on the lips

In the vomit of seizure

What a mercy to forget

What grace to be forgotten

Maiden Oblivion

Damn my memory

To dust and worm

Maiden oblivion