nightdreaming
or, how to make friends & influence people
a poem by a Faust
who do you think you are, &
who would i be to that you?
leave me that door ajar, then
ask do you have this view
when people have spoken of luck
what they mean they'd rather not say
come knock me my own secret knock
then answer as if there's a way
torture is needlessly hoping
to benefit some from the pain
then from the hopelessness needing
some right to be happy again
beauty's true & truth is beautiful, not every one — perhaps
but to dally with the one is to let the other lapse
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