Lustful beside the grave,
You converse with peaceful bones
And be transparent.
Evil is vanishing,
Yet strange and luminous under the slime.
You pull.
Whoa! This never ends...
Strange, comely before the dreamscape,
You destroy icons.
Zounds! Twilight will come,
Darkening unsafe, lost in broad daylight;
A ticking clock,
In whose arms,
My friend,
Unlearn past
Before help could come.
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