Sometimes aloness pervades me
Like a soporific spleen.
It morphs me into
A never quite asleep Morpheus.
While Pasithea keeps me awake
Swirling hypnogogic dreams
Letting the therapeutics of blood
Act as sponging vampires
Trading death for life
Claiming spiritual illuminations
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem