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I wake
    A thirst
        A terrible thirst
            Rouses me from dreamless sleep
                So down to the kitchen
                    To douse and slake
                         With book in hand...
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Aurthur
    A hero?
        This King of golden,
            Olden tales
                More like David
                    Than I previously knew!
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A boatload of infants
    Four weeks old and unattended
        Born around May Day
            And a good man's wife
                Plays wet nurse
                    to King Aurthur's undoing
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Elsewhere on my bookshelf,
    Apollo strips
        Marsyas of his outer finery
            After winning the battle
                ...Of the bands
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Flayings a-plenty on canvases  
    In my image search results
      ...With "happy little trees"
            And the Faun
                 Skinned to his knees
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Soothing voice of Bob Ross plays
    on loop in my head

Some of the only peace that has come
    Of late

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Happy-little-flayings
    Happy-little-monstrosities
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The sky is darkened, the sun is hiding
    his face in skies over 'round the
        eastern edge...and the moon is
            refusing to shine her light.

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I open my throat and try to
    say...anything
        
           To YOU
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And back toward my bedroom I climb