I have been out of it for a spell...here's a poem that illustrates the experience somewhat.
I've just emerged out of a funk,
that came to stay for half a month
It took up residence in my head
and used my brainpan for its bed
Its stealth was subtle
like the lull of Morpheus
But its bite was vicious
like the pain of lust
It planted a garden in my right eye
and cruelly reaped its poisonous rye
The chaff poured out of my grimacing teeth
and covered my body with mock relief.
Today I shook the chaff from my skin
And here I am to begin the begin
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