Dosage
Dawning days rise mourning
Strained to meet mundane obligations
This physical compulsion to visceral
Requirement for medicinal essentials
Symptomatic in clear demise
Body set to anxieties alarm
No sleep-in possible
At the command of time
Form in time, on time, it is time
And there is no lee-way
Function relies on form
Governed on a nonnegotiable schedule
Such a tight demanding treatment
Comes to equal the illness
Transposing life’s dependency
To a necessity more forceful
Than the malady mirrored
Self-medication to prescription
Therapy imprisons body
Alleviation imprisons mind
Restoration leaves the soul abandoned
To insatiable hunger
Merely changing flavors
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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