Some may not infer the symptoms of poetic temper

Consider this to be a phase of infirm thoughts of a solitary mind

Certainly not confined to the bed, but visiting places unexplored

Words are perceived to be spewing delirious sentiments

Unaware of the thrill of an undeciphered insanity in mysterious rhythm

It is that asymptomatic passion stirring the soul

For these thoughts may be impoverished for the world afflicted with false riches

This is an unknown suffering of a poetic soul to satiate the feelings

There is no cure, no cure, no cure; only to experience the delirium


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