Some psychic monster 

Arises from within me

Making wicked undulation, writhing prowl—

Fully formed; a projection of body into ether 

And back again 

That snarls and bites 

All those who feel its power 

And wish to touch its gnarled talons

Its stinking flesh 

A most curious desire—

Thick yawps of sorrow belting from the belly;

Spite in the heart 

It cannot be conquered or made tame 

But sometimes, it lays down 

And rests 

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