I had around me
Built bastion-like
The walls of thought
Inside occurred
The fermentation in
The mists
Of thought
Thought upon thought
Multiplied more
Than fungi in infection.
Boathouse, a soul-less barge
Images
Floated.
A satyr with a prong
Not Neptune
Gloated.
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