Light, Lilting Poem
not a truckload of dead babies...
not a hopeless howl...
No!
a sweet, lyric, lovely air,
(step over that corpse there)
about sunshine and crystalline air,
Xanadu realized!
(it must be somewhere)
window open, cool night breeze
(my friend turned out to be a sleaze)
Dream of Olwen!
(Night On Bald Mountain)
Monet's water lilies!
(Guernica)
Stop, I say! Thou shalt not halt my reverie!
(Def Con Three)
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