Billie Holiday by Banksy
… … … on cycles of trepidation,
on waves of flagellation,
galloping thoughts scatter,
misfiring synapses shatter,
twisted suspension of unbelief,
scorched neurons bereft of relief,
whistling tuneless solitary epics,
soon to be half forgotten relics,
my mind plunges,
my heart lunges,
grasping,
grappling,
clinging,
clawing,
scraping the veneer away,
revealing the emptiness of day,
succumbing to slumber,
soothing my meandering mind,
where thoughts no longer plunder,
and where my restless dreams,
are no more torn asunder … … …
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