Drinking my magic potion
below my tragic wands
where I break free from my mortal bonds
there my destiny lies
Free as fairies
making rubies and bubbles
Lilies molten flowing,
and roses frighten glowing
Clouds melting roaring
My tasteless pipe sleeping smoking
relaxing, freezing, swinging
in the bottomless Tigris,
slapping choking
My saviour sleeping dreaming
darkness, my feet sweetly hissing
my end,
my end closely beeping
Stories painfully telling
bells angrily tolling
tears freely flowing
In shroud, aimlessly sleeping
Earth slowly falling
wailing gradually fading
my imaginary comrades timely hugging
I’m already there.
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