The more I figure something out,
the less the words impact
When trading dreams for cogent schemes,
the verse comes weak and flat
The more I chase the clouds away,
the clearer are the doubts
That misty haze around my gaze,
whose whisper—now a shout
(Dreamsleep: March,2021)
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