AS I SLEEP I am blind stumbling among my souls the soul of my eyes is silent my remembering soul wants to know all that the soul of my tongue keeps to herself a soul in my arm wants revenge my primordial soul says it's a jungle in here the soul in my stomach is ashamed each in turn offers to guide me but stubbornly I insist on blundering about they want to talk to me but I pray instead: may waking come soon and my eyes
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