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Return of the hermit
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NO EYELIDS
The literal insanity of he who hides,
Thoughts twisted like a thorny vine
Strangling the fragrant sage bush-
I’d like to think we all suffer the same
Martyrdom of our blemished brains.
Plummeting torment is
Plummeting torment is depicted, with striking skill, in this concise trapdoor of the mind.
I'm particularly intrigued by the significance of the third line. Sage has powerful connections to metaphysics and healing, so the juxtaposition of the word "strangling" is startling and ominous.
Some serious chills. Brilliant!