Best Febrile Poems

I awoke
in the febrile night again,
half dazed
from my conviction 
of your certainty,
contorted
by the pounding of 4 am, 
and still restless
with vestigial sleep.
My sense for rain
laps the water
of vestibular illusion
and I am again in the Venetian
dusk of your warmth.
Somewhere,
between July
and this dense archipelago
I hear the whisper...

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Forgo friendships built on sand dunes
Scattered in the desert of expediency
Driven by greed and ceaseless searches for fortunes
Flying in air balloons of inefficiency. 

Forgo fantasies caught up in streams of nonsense
Cajoled in monsoons of short-termism
Driven by myopia and a seasoning of offence
Regurgitated with aplomb to...

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