Lay me down, so I can see—and be
Befuddled, a mess, and afraid to wake—
Drag me down and heal all wounds.
Wake me up and show me how to live.
Take my blood, take my lust and
Hold my head underwater so that I
May feel fear—a fervent awakening.
Show me how to mistrust and sneer
At divine awaking—I want to dabble
In stupidity and necromantic similes
Of my own inner distrust and rude rekindling.
Let me rest, and mediate meticulously
In the art of feeling nothing, being a
Blank slate bore with no desires,
No wants, wishes or woeful bickering.
Lay me down, and be the entity that
Heals the poor, the rich, and the diseased—
Heal me! So I may be—oh, can I be—
Carefree and unstricken by melancholic luck.
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