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Objective Reality.... 

Not, for piece of mind, of..... late.

Merely, come habitude.

And the coin, 

that lays, within .....,my pocket !

It, brings.... no cheer, or respite.

Only smiles, from ..... the barkeep.

Chilled beers.....

And a ticket, to ...... oblivion.

Still yet, I struggle with my sleep.

A lost sense of purpose ?

Though it's only in my dreams, I seek.

No consolation.

No

Solace .....do I find.

Giajl © Jim Love