The dark, sacrilegious mania of a youth
Bound to the impression of a boundless light,
Stolen from the gods, that fire
That makes ashes of the past
And a conflagration of the future,
Tomorrow he will find it—
That androgynous goddess of sex—
And mutilate the anger that runs cold
Through his poetry.
In a season banished, his mind
Will reel drunken forever.
In a pool of famished fish
He will give the gift of his blood.
In a coffin dank with rot
He will grit his teeth and bear eternity,
He will grit his teeth and bear eternity,
Scratching poems on the wooden lid.
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