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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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