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desideratum
something new in words that were
a picture never seen before
and all the story in it --
the place beyond day’s care
otherwise in other worlds
this is what I live for
fun!
must be monstrous sometimes
crowded with creatures past and to come
sometimes we let ourselves
fall for a thing
terrible deeds are done
so easily, in other words
where, may I make you see?
and if I tell the bells
the birds that wake me
sung to dusk
I know you’ll smell their lice, their shit
all sorts of things are less than fair
come then under this spell I’m casting
know what you’ve not known before
we can’t tell how yet, what it will be
I want to take you there
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