They speak
of love
kisses
and things I know not
I am a rewinder of Hate:
It is Hate I dream
to Hate I wake
in a room so perfumed
cyan as the ocean
on the verge of tears
Crystal Sun embalms
weather simplifies
My weight's a burden
laden
in synonyms of Pain
Oppress me, Day —
and Night!
Slit feathery throats
of little birds that sing
cut off their wings
I, too
may crumble
and corrode
in lengthy aphasia
purging myself
of every composition
Still sensory lights
where rejoicers embark
positioning
their codified glamor
my limbless clamor
Oh, I
the King of Absurdity
All the world my frown
You, my believers
you bear no right
to make one wrong
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