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Poem	(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug off all spirits then succumb to fear depression takes the gloss off wonder and people (lost) tell god to bug off the twentieth century drowns in sheer excuse that life is comic blunder temporality dons its gear forbidden thought soon rips its gag off stained glass (you think) must be bystander its leaded eyes seek far not near the day's bleak dirt it learns to shrug off (ii) the history of the race confuses heady spirit with bloody need nothing can stop the sky from tingling intrinsic hope rewords its screed assumes it must outlive its bruises stained glass deigns to face the mingling of atavistic search for creed with each desire gets what it chooses it tries to suck out truth from greed and calmly pacifies the wrangling lasting spirit allows no ruses what's bottled dreads to pay much heed between the two meek life is dangling (from le trianon - stained glass window by berge)
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