Finding refuge
In a haze of forgetfulness
When the mind is charitable
To spare me of the callous present
All glaring faults
Wither and wane in silence
As I revel freely
In this lapse of memory
Unshackled from the curse of daily grief
This fleeting solace
Is an isle amidst tribulation
Where I sprawl my tired roots
And swallow momentary bliss
But clarity looms
And yearns to cleave
My cherished, fog-laden thoughts
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