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Nothing's not even Pooh Bear).

Switch off the noises the drunks.
Pull around the fire until burnt hands
And the is the fattest and the fullest,
And a god with ideas of mirth.

Oh switch off the sun with these eyes.
The sight of is too much to do.

Turn to the wall to wet feet
Blinded deaf and at least.
Turn off the noises of voices
That tell and lie about whatever.

The weapon is a beautiful fresh bottle
With collapsing under its tidal waves.
The stars are signs
Advertising and faces and places of monsters.

Unplugging the lot there's not enough dark
In which to hide not to sleep,
Not to sleep with these drinkers.

The bright of nightmare
And the of all reason
no such releases.
Nowhere to anymore.