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Angst Ist Spazm

The impossible dream of youth,
The impossible promise of heaven,
The impossible buzz at the top,
This is what beats us.
These are the real currencies,
Of our transactions:
Their Mythical Orgasms
Our own gaping Chasms.
My spasms: jumps across my chasms,
And when I slip it hurts.