Coffee del Negro

Woke up this morning…lungs burning, eyes burning, mind burning…Seems fairly convincing to perceive this all as my minds special fun illusion time.  I’ve been experimenting with dedication, and am now fairly convinced that while I’m fairly stuck to it/in it, I’m not sure that I like it.

Fairly often, opening face windows
Smelling fog, smoke, and sweat
Grabbing at fraying garments
Clutching at a worn out premise
Trying desperately to grasp the grey
Trying in vain, drawing out long gone
Conclusions and metaphors, pondering worth…
Extrapolating upon the infinite
Holding on to the finite so tightly…

Please, someone explain this all in english, in a language I can metabolize…Please…let this be held true and golden in the sun.

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