Long and heavy-hot, July-Doldrum-Days;
Shag hazy thought as staggering, drunk strays;
Desperation fraught in scorching-hot-rays!
Instinct (not wisdom taught) seeks cool caves.
Safe, in a hidden spot! As my long-lost slaves…
I reclaim my thought, my icy-blue-memory saves,
My present re-caught in isolation my soul craves.
Rid of the fiery onslaught! By cool, blue waves…
Comfort the distraught,Oh Shadow of the Graves!
Deceiving the overwrought on blazing-hot-days.