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bat in the cellar dwells so deep

promising darkness to those who can not sleep

while ocean of ivy itches not one

overly inquisitive is the directive of pun

scent of the sea grows foul in my nose

knocking me out of slumber

stealing my repose

there are words cornered in a basket

written backwards so to confuse

lost for the moment to madness

and my own mind

I pray for an end

to such sweet self abuse

but none do I find...............

(Feb. 12, 1994 am)