I spoke a mantra
Wrote it down,
I thought I had expelled you.
The hiccups paused,
I believed were done,
Until another gasp inhaled you.
How can this be
For any good?
I must find and burn your altar.
How have ancient
Dreams withstood
These years they do not alter.
Why won’t they falter
Like I do?
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