Confess this precious delusion.
Take a drug of choice
And turn it into crystal meth
Acid on my tongue or
Something purely sinister that burns nasal passages,
Makes my head spin on
Many kaleidoscopes
Beyond reason.
The need to know
And often to be known
Is the only drug
That ends it all
When the time has come
To say it like it is
And play it like it's over
And then to know
That knowing is not
Any sane knowledge.
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