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1200-

down the hatch, my chalk-pearl pill,

you're summoned for a sudden thrill,

the loungechair gropes and molests.

don't care to think too much about it

though sorry inside, surrounded by

hinting shrouds of something sinister.

1210-

light washes softly through my body,

the sedated ghost of a schizo ponders

the idle line of pharmacy patients,

desensitized, not mesmerized over

the trivial inducements of a mood,

and if this dreamstate is determined

as a purgatorial pillar and placebo?