Brain in a frenzy.
thought moving faster than nimble fingers can type
my exhaustion held at bay
by the subtle sublime rhyme
of the hatter's exquisite diatribe...

the Sin leads,
I follow,
from name to name I travel
presure in my head building
like dwarves tunneling for minerals rare
inspiration from so many worms in

fingers fall on keys like a trip hammer
echoing in the stillness of this room
60 hrs and counting
how long?
till I fall?
till system shut down?

Until I am safe enough to dream again....

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