The inebriation was impeccable
Blurs shuddered something viciously sweet
A surge of something not quite touchable by the mind
The silence crescendo-ed before it halting screeched to pianissimo
Graduation of quality seemed more like a pit fall
Clarity gouged its way through hazy morning lights
A scratch of reality bled into another dose
The tilt drew everything backwards
Things lazily ebbed into a quarantine of heads
A quiet drip and scant beep flowed past like fire
Burning deep into skin like seared numbers
Pricks and patches came with scattered exploits
New days crawled on broken limbs
Past memories flew uninhibited, prolonging a gaze downward
Exceptional foresight fell to a weary close
A dose for a rose and a torn nightmare
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