Sunday, March 24, 2013

To Train You, and to Keep You Sane

To train you,
and to keep you sane,
those sentient aspects
of you which contain

your ecstasy concoct a sort
of lulling psychic serum
to inject into your vein
of Soul, the theorem
for which might be
worked out as follows:
that if you are the famished
thing which swallows

it can,
but learns to be
a quiet man,

so nobody
will know,
your spirit can perceive
and freelybreathe and glow

in an unseen

No rhyme
for that.


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