I
.
a
m
.
so
absorbed
.
b
y
.
you,
–
–
there’s
.
n
o
t
.
much
else
.
I
.
c
a
n
.
do . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ no,
there’s
.
n
o
t
.
much
else
.
I
.
c
a
n
.
do . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Just
.
a
.
passing
glance
.
o
f
.
warming
desire,
.
a
n
d
.
a
glowing
twig
–
–
ignites
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
!FOREST FIRE!
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
drop
.
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f
.
rain,
–
–
stirs
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
!!HURRICANE!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
drop
.
o
f
.
rain,
–
–
stirs
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
!!HURRICANE!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
Just
.
t
h
e
.
thought
.
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f
.
an
.
a
l
m
o
s
t
.
touch,
–
–
explodes
.
w
i
t
h
.
intensity . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
explodes
.
w
i
t
h
.
such
intensity,
.
I
.
cannot
perceive
.
w
h
a
t
.
a
greater
want
.
o
r
.
warmth
might
bring . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
cannot
perceive
.
w
h
a
t
.
a
greater
want
.
o
r
.
warmth
might
bring . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Perhaps
.
i
t
.
would
.
b
e
.
like
.
a
taut,
–
–
narcotic
shot
.
a
n
d
.
then
!!!GONE!!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
one
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
two
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
three
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
!!!!AGAIN!!!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
four
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
five
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
six
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
!!!!!AGAIN!!!!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
seven
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
eight
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
nine
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
!!!!!!AWAKE!!!!!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
the
painful
–
–
remains,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
knowing
.
I
.
c
a
n
.
!!!!!!!NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
somehow
within
.
t
h
e
.
shell-shocked
haze,
.
.
I
.
.
begin
.
t
o
.
recall
.
t
h
e
.
subtle
trace . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
subtle
trace
.
o
f
.
that
face . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then
.
t
h
e
.
forest
fire
!FLAMES!
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then
.
t
h
e
.
!!HURRICANE!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then
.
t
h
e
.
taut,
–
–
narcotic
!!!SHOT!!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then
!!!!GONE!!!!
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
know
.
n
o
t
.
when,
.
.
I
.
.
w
i
l
l
.
find
–
–
myself
–
–
again,
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
still
–
–
somehow,
–
–
somewhere,
–
–
someway . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
love
.
i
t
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
love
.
i
t
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
love
.
i
t
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
h
a
n
–
–
–
that,
.
a
n
d
.
all,
.
a
n
d
.
everything . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
.
d
i
d
.
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
there’s
.
n
o
t
.
much
else,
.
I
.
c
a
n
.
do . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
because
.
I
.
a
m
.
so
absorbed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ so
absorbed
.
b
y
.
you.
Reflection: This was a forgotten personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in March of 2018 where the affected party has a severe addiction problem that he/she just cannot shake or break away from. It’s the kind of addiction that can easily consume his/her entire life and turn his/her world inside out and upside down. It can represent any addiction type: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, compulsions, etc. I’ve had experiences just like this with certain people. There are very few, select individuals I’ve encountered in my life that can have such a power over me. And it’s both intriguing and frightening at the same time. Someone I first met back in 2018 had that kind of effect on me.