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Estate In My Mind
Taking estate in my mind, surrounded by a picket fence. Awakening to vibrations separating illusions from reality. Inclined to scream for Vicks VapoRub. Listening to the hubbub of silverfish lapping my dish as a nightmare eats my shadow.
Tasting the breath of death of my own avatar, as if in a game of Parchisi. Rolling the dice, running off the mice. But not my first rodeo with the caffeine of dark winter solstice.
No time for Roquefort, chasing my madness. Playing the first chair at the sanitarium, featuring the cello's scythe. Taking it to a different level waiting for Limbo Jack. Playing the lotto in death's grotto with permanent ink.
Tasting the breath of death of my own avatar, as if in a game of Parchisi. Rolling the dice, running off the mice. But not my first rodeo with the caffeine of dark winter solstice.
No time for Roquefort, chasing my madness. Playing the first chair at the sanitarium, featuring the cello's scythe. Taking it to a different level waiting for Limbo Jack. Playing the lotto in death's grotto with permanent ink.
Published 10th Jan 2023
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