The burning-eyed truth is this
I never wanted more than a finale
To life, learning, the pursuit of hope
Not this long blue acid funk
This bereavement that tripped
Bottomless blackness enhanced
Such hope that the world would dance
Be interesting and full of wonder
Goodness and joy rainbows and butterfiles
A simple excitement in daily things
No more burning eyes no more rants
And where poles of electricity
Only exist in your Pants
-Anne The Obscure
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