My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not to live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst's all-in-all in a world of wet.
Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call of thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when God knows whar; whose smile
's not wrun, see you; unforeseen times rather - asskies
Betweenpie mountains - lights a lovely mile.
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