I am like a fungus; I expand
To fill whatever space appears to me.
I will not cease until I understand
What limits to expansion there may be:
I talk until the clock is all unwound,
And only let my listener depart
When I have talked his ear into the ground,
I let my eye as fulsomely endart
As those I look on will allow it leave,
And spread my person wide as it can go.
I do so much, and more, without reprieve,
Despite the fact I know that I should know
Better. But I can't stop. I do
Only as I've been accustomed to.
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