In a dream of eldritch fire
By an id Across the sea
Clammy hands of desire
Conform to calamity
I swam in delicatessens and angels
I frothed On hard knock shores
Toured nine circled hells
Weathered threefold wars
Came back A pompous blind man
Lectured like Socrates
Died a Doric also-ran
Morals around my knees
Fared better In boomtown
Drank from chaliced gourd
Defamed for defrocking royalty's crown
By waking with the whored
I slept In fit Dis-eased attire
I catered to no one domain
I dremt about a fire
Swam and sank in vain
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