Creeping madnessBuilt with griefToo many tearsI'm afraid of medicating that maladyThe source of my internal Nile A river flow of anxiety Like swimming in unsafe waterFull of maneaters, and territorial killersCataracts and rapidsOr at other timesLike the tideThe helpless feelingWith the pull of the sunAnd the moonA deepening depressionWith the passage of yearsLife no longer calls toOr moves me yetI'm swept up and deprivedOf any notion or illusion of choice(completed on the first day of March 2025)
Creeping madnessBuilt with griefToo many tearsI'm afraid of medicating that maladyThe source of my internal Nile A river flow of anxiety Like swimming in unsafe waterFull of maneaters, and territorial killersCataracts and rapidsOr at other timesLike the tideThe helpless feelingWith the pull of the sunAnd the moonA deepening depressionWith the passage of yearsLife no longer calls toOr moves me yetI'm swept up and deprivedOf any notion or illusion of choice(completed on the first day of March 2025)