Opaque thoughts
Attempts to cull any recollection
Unable to make realities connection
Temporal bone beginning to ache
Demigod of void? please give me a break
Suspension of consciousness escaping my grasp
Grey matter feeling the coarse steely rasp
I?ll breathe the derivative and beat the master
Stalemate? and recipe for disaster
The time of light between night and next
Has passed me by withholding my best
One lost from a lifetime doesn?t seem like much
A time when the power should be? within touch
Feelings of desolation
In need of rehabilitation
With hope of coherency on the way
Images and impressions may return some day
-RS � 1999
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