Long Past Imago ,
S Sally Plumb Plumb
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This brain I am imprisoned in
is the most tortuous of beasts,
it leaves me with never a moment
of quiet or of peace
If I could extract from it
one worthwhile clue as to why I should exist
then perhaps I could rest for a while.
Sleep comes upon me as a superficial sheet
and I awake at dawn fatigued and still
without a smile.
New days are comparable to old days
so yesterdays strife is still with me
added to an occurring of todays life.
I am forever lost in fragments of black.
Sally Plumb
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