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Sterilized ecstasy begins

            to seep

                   into

       my consciousness

           though

           I

           reject

             and slash my wrist

                   injecting

                     eternal agony

       scoff at Paradise

                 piss on delight

Accursed?                           C’est moi

         Je n’au besoin pas

                 L’illumination

                  I exist

           only in night

                  yet shed light

                        upon souls

              of humankind

         I pierce

            the mind’s eye

         with a splinter

              of loathing

            coat the imagination

                 with muriatic acid

                that saturates

                  the flesh

and eternally

           scars the tissues

      of the flesh

I am mad, yes!

           Non?      Ja!

              C’est vrai

       Je suis un assassin

             avec un

                   cour mal!

October 14, 1988