Lover, dread agent of pleasure and pain
Might it be a path of beauty, rather than the shortest of solitude we should run?
For all roads end in goodbye, whether aloud, silent, or whispered before no one

Let us pause, reflect on the life of the eater
Throw open its depths to eyes of the reader
Stationed beforehand at some secret stand
Walk by her vast halls, aside shadows dealt hand
What revolt of horror our prediction of this life
That dances and dies in the opiate mines

The highest of highs in a list of lows
Of greatest happiness 'twas an abstract of woe
Now buried in dreams of a sleeping mind
As painful to be born as is to die

But like all who come into this world alone
I know I shall leave her to wander alone
Pass her knowing that none hold heart
Ecstasy corked in a bottle of art
So go on eat now who never ate before
As those who always ate now eat more

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