How does inserting a substance feel
When it is describing us in words?
Jolliness made a remark, when compounds
Are produced from brain and head.
The merry, merry world collides,
And what you say is recorded.
The revelry has communicated a joy
That seizes your throat when shaken.
It is beyond doubt, the obvious one,
It is the substance of religion I feel
And we afflict a diseased man already.
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