Of my out-of-body friends
And other spirits who drop by
Tidying up the mayhem
Of last night’s dreams
While I just sit here sipping coffee
They tell me how they worked all night
Excavating my ruined soul
Every so often scraping off
Some still-intact antiquity
Or should I say iniquity
Neither excited nor amused
Together we survey the progress
Of my several bodies
The mountain cities of my brain
My heart’s defenseless plain
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