Tranquilizers

Sleep eludes me

I am ill

Take the red ones, no

The white ones!

You’ll feel better

Some new version

Dredged up from the past

Grainy reruns

Of feted tyrants

A craven indifference

Growing colder now

My pilots gone out

Mortis whispers from the stairs

Up or down

I can’t be sure

Death shudders

In Phoenix shadow

and her cold embrace

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