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I. IMPROMPTUS by Solomon S. Drogin

134. Moon Madness

And she wrote me in her torture
Nightmares she had, trinkets lost
In a hole of loneliness where before
Light of day was welcome in promise

I, driven by moon madness, lost
Again in the combat for reason,
My poise and dissipate my thoughts
In smoke of countless number of fags

The void, honey child, is still there
Not to be filled but to grow in time
To envelop me and make me
Inthe madding crowd, a nothing.

A hope is waiting to be realized
But the waiting wracks me in pain
O moon, cease your smiling, rain
In your discomfort, I am and reason sane.