Chill and Gloomy

In a word

Am I victimized

By the fates?

Does Mother Nature

Control my mood?



There is a sun lamp

In my mind.

Warm lights pervade

The abscesses

Of my frontal lobes.

Cold tile

Becomes a sandy beach

Chill wind

A warm surf foam

I shall swim

Naked in the sea.



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