And from neglect took its feed,
To generate more,
To feed upon yet,
To more rotting beget-
To grow in the shadow below the ground,
Away from sight,
Away from sound,
But cutting through to the human heart
Wherever it may be
found,
Rolling like poisoned water into orifices
And wearing away
obstacles,
Swirling in the cup of life;
Pity those who taste its dregs,
Which gave it the bitter flavor,
Dark flowers seen swirling round.
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