Poems (Tree)/You Pass as in a Drugged Delirium
YOU pass as in a drugged deliriumWrought strange upon the mind's distraction;You sing a blasphemous Te DeumTo harlot virgins, and a fractionOf your fulginous colour passes,Stains my spirit's great conceptionAs it dips into your glasses.I that am the sole exceptionTo your stillborn, false devices,I that know you, I that hate you,I that drank now spit your vicesThrough my loathing reinstate you;Dive once more into the stagnance,Kiss your cynic lips and drink you,Concentrate your cruel fragrance,Steal your flowers before I sink you,Lift with hate instead of praises,Show you honour of my scorning,Garlanded you go to blazesWith my rhymes for your adorning!
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