I am, thinking tonight.
The morning has come abruptly,
Moon-poison has shaken me,
And I am, nervous
To the touch, I am.
Night's breath has made,
Night's breath has paid,
Dues to my throat.
And as I continue,
Time has laughed far before me,
Sun has plotted behind the tree,
This despair, of a terrible thing,
That is
Myself.


And it's funny,
I was there.
I was there.
I was there.
 
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