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CANTO II
Of the supper that Apollo gave his visitors, and with what sort of spectacle and of after-course he amazed them.
Y OU remember those supper-room walls, made of flowers,
Which beat whatsoever for dead paramours
The lords of the east in white temples have done,
Where in emeralds and rubies fond epitaphs run?
Well, — a gallery lurked sweetly behind them; and there
We spectators,......
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In my head, it's chaos, racing, loud,
A thousand thoughts scream, none are allowed
To quiet down, to settle, to sleep,
The noise never stops, it's a mountain too steep.
I want to do the things I love, I swear,
But today, my body refuses to care.
Lazy, lazy, lazy, the thoughts in my mind,
But it’s not laziness, it’s paralysis I find.
I wish for energy, a spark to ignite,
But the will to move stays locked out of sight.
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