Yes, yes.I am ill

“Yes, Nurse.” “I am ill .”

My soul is reeking,

Of the morality that has ,
Been implanted in me.
Of thoughts that I cannot,
See through.
Of mysteries still not revealed.

One day I shall see it through.

And I shall lie,
Ants trespassing through my ears,
Flowers withering in my hand,
And I shall find solace.

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