This world and I,
We don't fit somehow...
I am made for the world of fairies,
Of mushrooms and elven-high
little pixies, talking owls
Gee, this stomache ain't made for realities.
I am made of
The north and west poles
Not total dichotomy of order and chaos
Worse, I fear
Just haphazard genealogy.
Too truthful for any worldly ethos.
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