Within Orphic shadows I slumbered soft,
Chased by such dreams caught well aloft,
Until I, by sweet nepenthe’s quaff,
Find me falling, falling off,
Back into harsh reality,
And the sanity,
That my vanity,
Fought-oft.
Within Orphic shadows I slumbered soft,
Chased by such dreams caught well aloft,
Until I, by sweet nepenthe’s quaff,
Find me falling, falling off,
Back into harsh reality,
And the sanity,
That my vanity,
Fought-oft.
Discarded Recollections 
Wow. Brilliant as always, Masa.❤️
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You are too kind! Amusingly, due to the terrors of these past months, I do not recall writing this poem. Indeed, I am losing this fight.
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