The struggles of addiction.

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He arose at dawn and wondered
In silent worried hush
How to survive a still-born day
Without another spin on dealers' wheel.
Will wheeler's eye provide an ample recompense
For a simple wee dispense?
To shine along a gilded thread of cotton glee,
Allowing phantoms' serpent rush;
Or a thrashing swig of absinthe
Amidst the mire of the night,
Pulling death to the head as the scrutinous
Sought an illumined stone in its stead.
He blinked to shine in eventime
As the steaming sun sings its bitter swansong
In procession for the moon...

He wondered now to steal a march
On dealers' wheel;
Shall wheeler turn a blinded eye
To yet deny this reckless folly?
The eyes alive in neurotic fabled vision
As a dance to the council of nine
Chords the alighted parallells...
Time is encoded in the crucible's fizzing light
And the fibres drip from fingers
Long idled on imbibed circumspection.
He reclined to the moonshine
With the chiming bars of a constellation
In concert with the
Indignant cries of the selfless,
Eyes impartial on dealers' wheel....

"Dealers' Wheel"
 
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