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Primus
In brighter times did I behold
The glorious rays 0/ Evergreen,
Where/elt the touch o/visions bold
My Truth, my spirit then so keen;
While now within amorphous hell
I, wandering, make my way
Through dark,forsaken caves o/inconstancy
Where none but living dwell.
I, slowly, imperceptibly descend
Down where the laughing dirge 0/ corpses dies,
To sweetly rot, and rotting thus: excise
The madness which this Light portends ...
Matthew Bayley
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