Ode to My Aura

Oh aura, my Siren!
First launching to the heavens,
Onwards floating, floating,
No sentence to speak,
No sense to make;
Only minds to read
(Or so I think).
And you seduce.

You lift me to a place
I want never to leave.
Hours do I stay.
Hours do others stare.
“What’s wrong?”
Has it gone too far?
Pills can stop it, can change the course.
Never to crash on the rocks of grande mal.

But, oh, these are heavenly clouds.
I accede to the path
Of meds forgotten, a lovely
Floating
In the sea of my aura.
May I never leave…
Never leave…
Leave...

I leave.

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