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I closed my eyes, and kept them close
and the balls like pulses beat:
For the sky and the sea and the sea and the sky
lay like a load on my weary eye;
and the dead were at my feet.

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It is for each person to experiment how they will, within the bounds of the law. Addictions are behavioral, but who would stop someone who produces imagery such as this?

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The moving moon went up the sky
and nowhere did abide.
Softly she was going up
and a star or two beside.

Her beams bemocked the sultry main
like April hoar-frost spread.
But where the ship's huge shadow lay
the charmed waters burnt alway
a dim and awful red.

Beyond the shadow of the ship
I watched the water snakes.
They moved in tracts of shining white
and when they reared, the elfish light
fell off in hoary flakes.

Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire.
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black:
They coiled and swam, and every track
was a flash of golden fire.

O! Happy living things, no tongue
thy beauty might declare.
A spring of love gushed from my heart
and I blessed them, unaware.
Sure my kind saint took pity on me
and I blessed them unaware.

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I don't suggest you memorize too much poetry. Rather get stoned.

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