Finally the end.........of the latest fugue* of writing.

Rhyming as Remedy

'Twas a high-output weekend
Of poetry and pain,
This rhyming as remedy
Is a panacea to my brain,
And the fictitious characters
Though realistic in their pose,
Are but whims of imagination
Unrelated to those,
In the narrow proximity
Of the proposed field of action,
All the truths I tell, are lies;
Should shield me from retraction.

Fibril_late;
5/11/08

*Fugue: A dream-like state of altered consciousness.