Substances of ill regard
But potent still
Revitiate my soul
And raid my mind
In them I find
The selves I killed
The friends I made
And then became
And then subsumed
As selves once more
One more I pour
To us, the pure
The poor
Of hamartiological calculus
Who solve by dissolving
And see through the glass
Is that not enough?
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