Look upon the world
if thee be bold -
Sing a song of Canterbury
To bury ;
those already dead
Yea, the world be.
a befuddling swamp.
Swarms of bees,
the politics that are and to be.
Friends a facade,
And serve none but as sod,
Counselors, a guide to
harrowing disaster;
constant fear till death.
Ere I look upon the world
Truly am I
a stranger, alien to myself
Alien to this land.
Stranger, the world
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