Failing mechanisms gone unseen.
Ignorant bliss…then, I need morphine.
Unguents, salves, ointments, patches & creams.
Routinely coating all creaky seams.
Whatever solution’s quick to don.
Whatever dull’s enough to press on.
But, this ain’t space & pushing hits walls.
Pain arrests…like a knee to the balls.
Like the plague, I avoid bed helming.
Forcing nerves to their overwhelming.
Effort & injury oft convene.
Ignorant bliss…then, give me morphine!

