should say beat my hands
on the back of drums
feel a heavy
take your medicine every six hours
or that sickness
may overwhelm
I breathing hard
feeling subtle and lost
feeling forced and drawn
feeling hell on my heels
feeling my head muggy
swarmy and hazy
lets one eye follow
flow to the other
no cross
by damn
freight a billow
count out your misconceptions
allot my sordid names
And when done
find some air
to breathe
and refresh
with some water
make it clean
well, cleaner
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