Villanelle 2: Awakening

From love’s hallucination up I’ll wake

confounded, yet have ne’er been sober more,

since free from shackles of my mind I break.

Henceforward I sweet ecstasy forsake.

Real senses flood o’er me forevermore.

From love’s hallucination up I’ll wake.

The void of rapture will be filled by ache,

which might be worth the price of my freedom for,

since free from shackles of my mind I break.

I wonder how withdrawal’s pain to slake:

Must I new psychedelics make? Once more

from love’s hallucination up I’ll wake.

Should I a newfound mar’tal bond to fake,

anew I’ll be enslaved by vain rapport

since free from shackles of my mind I break.

Or in regret perpetual I joy take

by wallowing past woe, and wish no more

from love’s hallucination up I’ll wake

or free from shackles of my mind I break.

2018/5/24