4472. I WILL BE BAD

I WILL BE BAD

This is the black marrow of night  -  something

wild and dreamy, out of control and unstoppable

as well. I can no longer speak. Thus mute, my

face can only show the marks of approbation or

agreement; neither of them ever being quite right.

The candle-flame at the end of this taper beguiles;

the light can flounce the now all-resounding night.

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I will be Mortimer, the snake, the evil one, the

unconditional monster for others to see. Now,

behold me for what I am : behold me thus,

for tomorrow I will be bad again.