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I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

You Already Have The Precious Mixture That Will Make You Well. Use It.

The Ground's Generosity Takes In Our Compost And Grows Beauty! Try To Be More Like The Ground.

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.