Secret dreams, blood ravines, All of a midnight memory. Nothing was as it seemed, In my drunken revelry. I dreamed of a god and a pauper, too. I shaped the world And begged for food. Yet, in all this I could not find Neither love, nor faith nor peace of mind. Instead, I drifted further from My body, oh, so fine and young; I choked upon the watery abyss, and lost myself in drunkenness. by Garret Woo c. 2004

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