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I am the eater – a merchant's son starved and beaten

Staving pangs and knives with milk of seed from bleeding

Plato's disciple – befriender of the weak

A mere vessel of woes – a life of mind to reap

Trade a hardship for another, both desperate and regal

Sway through narcotic clouds and cleave the feeble

For misery loves company – a sadness that won't escape

No such thing as to forget – the veiled inscription remains

Oh Ambrosia! My hero, my swindle

Buy me transcedence and joy to kindle

Grant pleasure and beauty, wandering nights in youth

Drown me again – I'm dying to be pure