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Up from the darkly troubled depth of dreams,
Arising within me like a fount,
Faint and furious it burning seems
To grow.

Dim through the bleeding teeth of night,
This thing in me doth surely glow;
Gripped in the angry jaws of fright,
It mounts

The murky madness of my soul
And mystifies my sight.
Slithering, fog-like, from pole to surreal pole,
It glows.

Shrieking forth from the shivering black in flames,
Vulcan-like, it covers me in coals,
Burns out my eyes and thunders past my name,
In lights --

I cannot swear; it happened, oh, so fast
That it was gone before I ever knew it came!
Just when I thought the surf would ever last,
There interposed the shoal,
Your name.

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