Your friends, these words,
Tiny intergalactic worlds
Twisted sugared tubes
Of death-kissed prose
My foes, your words
Blistering blazing
sheets of gold,
Sultry strains of
Sitar strings, hoary
Whispers of blessings
Just words, mere words
Bury me alive, revive
Play with my stars,
My clock, my bed
And all that's in me,
Ah, your words!
Tiny intergalactic worlds
Twisted sugared tubes
Of death-kissed prose
My foes, your words
Blistering blazing
sheets of gold,
Sultry strains of
Sitar strings, hoary
Whispers of blessings
Just words, mere words
Bury me alive, revive
Play with my stars,
My clock, my bed
And all that's in me,
Ah, your words!
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