'CRENOM! OH,
CRENOM!'
(Baudelaire to Nadar, 1867)
Absolute sky how you confound
Spotless virtue and ruin poets
Bent double with damnation profane
Here, voiceless to the impetus of coming
night
I rave and punch upward, mute
But for my tainted crawling eyes.
Satan! Commander of my tongue
Once we played venomous games
Come now! Saturate your hysterical greed.
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