The next time you feel that dark
Urge to curse the incorrigible
Adamantine white page lying so
Smugly before you, cast your sights
On to when you imagine
It will pay you back
Tenfold with nothing
Save hard, brilliant flashes
Of blinding light—
But (and this is all it asks of you)—
Only if you serve it right
Here, never in that other life.
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