I feel like it’s the opening night of a play
Every night since 2008
Hitting a grape vape in the back lane behind the Apiary theatre
I’m seeking wisdom, where do I go to see it
Hear my pleas, hear a hooting back at me
Too wit too woo my wit can wound
Sleep comes fitful, always polluted
More owls than in the aviary of Athena
Alchemisland 
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