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I am unknowable to myself

Despite my best attempts

A telescope cannot see it's cogs

Though the universe be it's glimpse

But if I know you well enough

Perhaps I may better see

The parts of me that you love best

And then fix the blindness within me

Alone alone alone alone

The familiarest human song

And when you are not by yourself

You do not miss what isn't gone

A man on an ox

Searches for an ox

A man with a friend

Searches for a friend

A man sees a mountain

Then it's gone

Then it's back

Madness is my dearest friend

I shall not give him back

Oh how I love you my dearest love

I'm falling quite apart

Despair in the sandy knolls effåir 

Gutd j5ji īœ clart

Will you ever hold my hand

You cackling unmade fiend

Hellish you are by circumstance

A friend a friend to me

I sing a song of suspense

A pocket full of pie

A million-twenty blackbirds

Fell from the sky

When the sky was opened

The angels trumpet sing

Now wasn't that a dreadful wish

Made by the king of kings?

By circumstance, I stood outside myself and found the experience strangely comforting. To be one, yes, that was the goal, to be one with the craziness in my soul, to be one with the incongruities and idiosyncrasies, yes. To be one with pain, to radically accept all that which I am, and I achieved it, 

Only by stepping outside of myself

And seeing me as you saw me

And I love you, of course,

In that way that you love your friends

Drink with me, love of loves,

Drink with me till the world ends

Avant garde!

Riposte!