B: Xxxxxxviiii: Baudelaire's Assistants - Poem by Douglas Scotney
To sublimate circumstance
and return him to his Id,
satisfied his senses
by turning sky to sunsets
and hovels to hotels;
at least, wine did.
saturated his senses,
Time and Space;
and made him pay for these
with love in the darkest place.
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