Creeping madnessBuilt with griefToo many tearsI'm afraid of medicating that maladyThe source of my internal NileA river flow of anxietyLike swimming in unsafe waterFull of maneaters, and territorial killersCataracts and rapidsOr at other timesLike the tideThe helpless feelingWith the pull of the sunAnd the moonA deepening depressionWith the passage of yearsLife no longer calls toOr moves me yetI'm swept up and deprivedOf any notion or illusion of choice(completed on the first day of March 2025)

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