a potent disease

            my memory faded, my feeling dulled
            a history fallen
            a birthing stalled
            and no man left to call my name

            assuming i lay perfectly in heaven
            i'd have to be blind
            blind to my abuses
            and my unfavorable kind

            if i could lay still within my head contented
            could i then see my socratic sight

            so find for me a potent disease
            to hasten this conditional flight

            if the acceptable solution were my empty mind
            a tangable freedom into the ills of mankind
            i beg you to forgive me
            i'd beg you to forget me.

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