4996. SOMNABLATEER

SOMNABLATEER

I am sleepwalking through this life, never wanting to

be here, and once trying hard to leave. I sleepwalk

the day and I sleepwalk the life. I am lost in another 

ether; fixatious drama of life and love, limb and loin.

I don't care much for aplomp, for the royalty fixations

of the common guy, the ruminations of Maria or Charlie

or Joe. Yeah, it takes a big ego, I guess, to proclaim;

but I've been called out on worse, and don't care.

My mind is enflamed, and for me that's what counts.

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The hardship of riches is a poverty of thought.

Light in the greenhouse, and broken glass in the

greenhouse panels  -  I want to know, I want to 

know  -  who threw the rocks that broke the glass?