Prompt: use a line from a poetry twitter bot as the seed for your poem (underlined lines link to the respective tweets).
sugar can cure everything, so
I will apply it liberally
until, the joy is no other woe
to laugh in the face of fatigue
a season of routine slumber
will do for distraction in a life
anticipation breeds imagination
today I dreamt of blue lights
the cushion of unchartered thought
abandoned reason, logic bent
desire is no light thing
to expose without consent
if it weren’t for this persistent sense
the next reality may be better
I’d stave off the illusion’s close
I never liked that ending either