Your traitorous and dire sanity
Is my vigilant and fevered craze
I am sick of this shoddy amenity.
And I deaden, but eyelessly gaze
Into squalor and mental draught
Of dwellers in the rewarding maze.
Hatch up my Lotophagi for each thought
Until they preselect us as a weapon
And bring my efforts to their nought.
But we pretend that nothing happens
And laugh at Thanatos and trepan.
Enough
© Copyright: Даниил Гергель, 2017
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