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The Sleepless WaltzHere we are my fellow servantsAdjoin the grandest dance of elements Sliding through the excrements And grinding away to their merriment The endless moves, beat that pulses Drains all strength, festers ulcers Wrought to ruin our frames contort Ashamed to break The Sleepless Waltz To strings of sickness In triplets of madness Our limbs suspend like vicarious whores Then fall beneath the cutting floor And though we’re just drunk enough to ward off fatigue Disintegrate desire – stoic frames consort Wrought to ruin our frames contort Afraid to break The Sleepless Waltz |