My chameleon soul andchammomile brain
tease out the bile, and the camel's back
tries to correct the callous posture
I've come to know, to loathe, to pity.
My slender thoughts and a fat heart
push away the love some say dwells
down there. It's all my mind swirling
by like eels, flotsam and jetsom, trash
in the seascum with an iridescent film.
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