I hear the beating
of dull drums — dem ol' doldrums
beating down on me
Stifled so much that
I want to take my own life
up into my hands
my own tied up hands
my entire tied up mind
suffocating me
suffocating me
my head badly, horribly
crammed senseless with muck
crammed sleepless with muck
symbolically release streams
as words in a form
a forming of words
from the primordial ooze
of wild shapeless thought
shapeless thought emerge
from the haze of this mind state
sleepless thought, converge
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