Oh wonderful, took the magic pill,
ergotamine can work its spell and
shrink distended arteries in my head
which made me see red, amplifying
sounds until I felt like killing everyone
Today the milk of human kindness is
flowing in my veins, I look upon one
and all with benevolence, such is the
difference wrought by the toxins in the
pill, it even stopped the trilling shrill
Of a thousand cicada’s sounding in my
ears – though I still can’t understand
where to situate the beginning of this
new Kingsley phase of my life, at least
I can survive without insanity killing me….
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