There are no complaints spared
As I flounder
Devoted to the coils of luxury

Ensnared
In silk-sheets
Bound to overflow
With the nectar
Of pure disarray

I am soon the keeper
Of static reveries
Drowsing happily
Foolishly
Undeterred from madness

Gladly I dive
Into faux
Hazy rapture

Unaware of time’s
Fast-moving scheme
Marooned, hapless
Perpetually hollow