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In the absence of cure, we must mitigate the symptoms.

He went to the doctor, the doctor said,
“Lexapro will keep the darkness fed.
It smooths the edges, clears the air—
A life you can live, no crosses to bear.”

Down went the little round gem
White peace in a world turned blue.
Now meetings made him smile and
Laughter came at command.

A slow defeat of that haunting shadow.
Not a miracle cure wave of the hand,
This is science dimming the dark,
Tucking corners, turning static down low.

Calm the blood and soften the
Unseen pressure of a mad heart.
Panic for lions and bears assuaged,
And sunshine yellow once more.

Just as a corner was turned
A showering rain doused him,
Flashes of lightening, washing warm.
Not in the vessels, but in his skin,

Without warning
Without sign.
No dosage direction,
Just heat and hunger in her lap, chest and mind.

She was laughter with fangs
And a fever that burned underneath.
A breathy whisper of hope and happiness
A drug of a different kind.

Elation an unequaled success.
Flooded mind with cherished fluids,
Giving wings to take flight
Made feral, flushed, electric.

A heart beat wild, thoughts ran red,
Daydreams echoing in the night
When eyes closed the warm storm would appear
The phantom of chemistry.

Lexapro made him level and plain,
She brought hunger and flame.
Touching places long since dulled—
Awoken ache, triggered pull.

Now, the pill guarded his face,
To pass for sane, hold his ground.
But underneath, she churns and calls—
A storm inside cathedral walls.

A secret sin, a sacred ache,
The reason he stirs in the dawn.
It is love, it is peace, wild calm—
Want, alive and taking hold.

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