A Specific Refutation of the Consolations of Ecstatic Infatuation

I
wish I
could
stop

thinking about
you

The Dreadful Legs of the Goose

As I languish in this exquisite purgatory
As I succumb to profound melancholy
As I travel through the Irish countryside
As I'm denied red wine in a supermarket before 10am
As I'm besieged by daydreams of you
As everything seems dismal
As everything shines with grandeur