
dancing veils and pouring wine
I dreamed I was a porcupine
clawed feet and prickling spines
I dreamed I was a twining vine
bloodied thorns and flowers divine
I dreamed I was a fatted swine
fed fettid things on which to dine
But these are dreams
from which I wake
cold with sweat
I tremble and quake
My head I shake
my bed I make
my leave I take
.... my mind is such a snake
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