In a dream, spasms found me, deep and dread,
They woke in me a thirst for calm instead.
I rose with tears of terror, stark and wild,
Various voices in a meter, anxious, riled.
I searched for them but felt a blindness grow,
An employee in a circus of crippled woe,
Grieving for clown-lovers, lost in their art,
A philosopher in houses set apart.
I built them as another's stern command,
And measured a defeat across the land.
A bleeding silence struck me, sharp and clear,
As I stood stunned by irony divine and sheer.
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