Tick-tock tick tock
The waters on a block
Of ice
Crystallizing likewise
The waters wild
The brain unhinged
That is
The conscious brain:
In the ear wear
A poppy red with
Soaked blood
Then dream of it
Poppy-in-the-ear of
The sub-conscious sainthood
Night.
Night.
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