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frightening clouds might take my body

leave it convulsing a few times over

or cover my mouth with my own had

madness is a deep sea

I've waded in no too deep

at its bottom I'll end up

with absinthe spoon and sugar cubes

clouds are only illusions of the mind

from close up they dissipate

but from afar they're heavenly bodies

a forbidden place not for our feet

a universe of forbidden thoughts

never to be formed as words

can make clouds constellations

in the back of our minds

the pact between mind and body

is broken when madness develops

the body might run wild

into the mist of such clouds

pen and sword are equivalent

each as sharp when turned inwards

each as dull to this world