aegri somnia II

Livid lungs lusting lucidly

an airy ascendant antithetical aspiration,

the tired trajectory of this travesty

weakened, weary and worrisome.

My skin scarred and septic at sunset

from days of my downtrodden diaspora,

eyes ember and empty, entwined empath

from views of velvety vanities vesperal.

I am broken, bare and branded

from inside impaled, implicit and ill

by the gore of glassine glints, gabled

in a nightmare, nestled and neutral.

Sickness serenades my sordid soul

from tops then toppled, totaled toll

reeking of respite relinquished and rented

finding freedom in famine festered.

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Aegri Somnia - Lat. A sick man's dreams. From Horace, Ars Poetica, 7. Loosely, "troubled dreams".
The first aegri somnia is here.

Image from here.