though I was born
as a cancer in death bed
drifting apart
from trinity
from dignity
it is the brain
which needs some chemicals
beyond boundaries
of meaning of placebo
twelve divisions
of signs ignite
smouldering
inhaling
burn through skies
something is missing
to decrease the tension
in a negative light
to cure insomnia
in an ecliptic sphere
and worsening mood
floats with philosophy
in the evening lounge
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