Incapacitate every thought,
So they might not leave your mind:
While the dream-blossoms rot,
Go blind.
Last night was a terrible worm
That crawling entered my psyche,
Decomposed dead tissues of every form,
Left walking.
There was soap in the moonlight,
I bathed myself clean;
My dirt stuck to the stars,
Their essence supervened.
Nobody knows what is right,
But everybody hates scars;
If you wish to understand the night,
Wage wars.
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