the cure?

dissecting bodies and my life
this time a nurse and not my wife
in goes the nectar pulsing fast
for one more hour, just hope i last

then pi takes focus, migraine truth
now sweat is pouring, here the proof
and high on agonising rhythm
real but psychedelic schism

red digital time ticks slowly by
pain means malaise in my brain should die
and louder music helps divert
but wait, fulfilment comes with hurt

an ending with the morning light
i might request this every night
the cure it came and off to home
this head is full with heavy tome

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