Two drifting feathers,
Eyelids of a child,
Two moon-shaped sickles of repose
Down-flutter dreams
A snow white swan Armada
Blown across the lake of infant consciousness
A trembling Theban rose
Ah, but the adult variety!
Psyche's but a poisoned pool
Hades-hot, celestial cool
Crack the mirror surface see
Bliss and bestiality
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