Parched litmus strips, forgetful pregnant muzzles
kindle a dreary kind of apathy.
Swabs of anesthetic moisten and evaporate.
The torrid heat demobilizes,
winds of fantasy swell up inside.
Internal burns and ripping tides
unite with halothane embers and dust.
The brighter dark gets hazy.
Pools of nothingness subdue.
Little flickers of knowing subside.
Breaths loosen and drown in the thick, thick air.
Like rotating waterless eels, writhing to return,
smothered and gasping, pulled back to the shore
aching for the warm amnesic cradle...
They morn the blooming enchantress, tangled in the oars.
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