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Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating Fusillade

Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade... Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded locals - kindled moderates) nursed oppressive proletarian quavering riot spearheading triumphant utopian voice... whether contrived right here and now, or purportedly fragmented remnant occuring during REM sleep beside the point, asper conjuring atypical bent arising within mindscape, sans garden variety *****sapien. he laments instantaneously forgetting intricate webbed tapestry comprising unconscious manifestations nearly every time reluctantly opening eyes, whereat realistic landscape within noggin vanishes without any trace try as I might to induce recall asper impressive world within hydroelectric powered illusory windmills, despite non cacophonous disruption i.e. natural awakening processes, yet for the life of me after effect bruited within entire body electric, hence envisions some contrivance mebbe mental construct prior to awakening to captcha essential details. Ah...mother lode of ore ridge and hill elusive material could perhaps yield adequate money order to pay one bill alleviating penurious state, so I can chill without succumbing L'chaim going downhill fast, especially since monthly social security taken in toto with more'n one bitter medication prescription pill (father's little helper) eases panic/anxiety attacks plaguing yours truly since...reciting storybook rhyme 'bout Jack and Jill argh, how an overdose quite tempting escaping once and for all where little doth fulfill me, cuz thankfully individual choice of freewill, not banned by pro life fanatics, imagining to wrest free millstone formerly revolutionary war gristmill sitting idle (billy me) bidding one final goodwill to deux daring daughters, ditto same number twisted sisters mentally ill papa and bro respectively understandably justifiably, emotionally deserted detached baby boomer whole existence a standstill overly cautious livingsocial, what...repeating mundanity till... death, a tragi/comic relief.

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