<i>In the throes of nightmare-sleep
Through brackish air you wallow deep
There I come to you
My splendor come to you
With tiny stars like spiders weaving
With tiny spires like needles stabbing
I shall bury you
Wrap and bury you
In my fragrant arms deceiving
Now suffer beauty truth-belying
In rapid breaths shall you...in dying
Only then you'll see...
All your world is me
Your afterworld is me.
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