I’ve no taste now to introduce The topic that revolves my mind – Nay, not a topic; there’s no kind Of order governing the loose, The sultry, savage, things I find.
For in my skull there lurks a mist Which cankers every spark of thought, Which knows but miseries forgot, And succours sins I would resist, And cheapens triumphs I have sought.
This work was initially published on Bedfest, a closed Facebook group for people with Myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME)
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Image is Pablo Picasso 1962-1973: 1.962 Buste de femme II