Let's write things at the height of caffeine delirium.
Break him
Like the twig in hurricane
Bending at the reed
Soon the flesh
Will flee from hurricane
And the mind will
Be cast
Into the fearsome hurricane
Like red leaves in
Torpor
Fluid and bloody
Into the windy maw
A glass so heady
Into the windy maw
Like scarlet leaves
In torpor
Unfold like
Orchid's spring
For broken is
The animus
Unstuck has come
The hurricane
The birdsong
Morning has finally come
I am released
From torpor
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
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