A Random Counterfeit Of Sweet Dreams

a random counterfeit of sweet dreams leads to the tangent coupling; thus feeding a voracious hunger that kills the seed of its plant early. later, in the deep woods you find that you've lost your sense of direction and the scenery's unchanging, no matter which way you go: some sorcery has overcome your brain's compass; now all roads always lead back to the one you first loved, even though that love has passed into far memory now. so that each night, you come limping, struggling back again, into the camp that you hope belongs only to you, and all your comings are just the same as your goings; as round and round, you are ever circling towards the old fires, once beckoned to you, above the tallest pines and mesas. the familiarity feels more atrocious as you know all your paths are so well-worn; and the tracks your too-assiduous brain is prey to, so that you cannot avoid the pitfalls, and you can never escape those feelings once called up. when the snowfall finally covers you over, you actually feel grateful because you know that old love can't thaw once you're frozen to the quick, and also the pain of this death, you realize will be one of the easiest you've ever experienced, imagining that you will finally be freed from your curse of picking unripe fruit before it's time.