"I saw him once when I was young and once When I was seized with madness, or was I seized And mad because I saw him once. He is the sun And moon made real with eyes. He is the photograph of everything at once. The love That makes the blood run cold. But he is gone."
"The fun's over. The picnic's over.
Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left
After you die or go mad,
But the calmness of poetry."
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