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I try to find a remedy
for this malaise that’s caging me
but all I do is flounder in confusion,
of all the poultices applied
the only one I can abide
is pouring forth these words in great profusion;

with every stinging verb I place
my sluggish pulse begins to race
imagining escape is over yon,
but each new ending punctuates
the fact that no one here relates—
this compound sentence just runs on and on.