* starvation diet *
In a small pool of water
Could be a mug deep pond
Swirling imagination plunges
Wet through and depth deprived
By exorcised sleep none left
Pirate bones on gallow rotting
Branches in wind windows scrape
Entire house of horrors presented
Lonely spirits seeking warmth
Knock on doors and fires move
Shake the curtains and set all trumpeting
Such a mundane existence otherwise
Without your fears to guide you
Restrain you from adventures extreme
Safe upon your favourite seat
Television's flickering friendship
All the world you need
To your soul a starvation diet feed.
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