There's something that's been percolating down
Into my consciousness: a realization
That has been brewing there for quite a while,
And every drip of it will leave a brown
Stain on my mind. It's this: no combination
Of fortunate events that I can see
Will bring me you, or make you want to be
With me. The taste of this provokes no bile
Bitter though it is. It only leaves
Me jittery, and makes it hard to sleep.
Yet I refuse to sweeten it. I'll drink
This knowledge to the dregs, although it cleaves
My tongue inside my mouth. No need to steep:
I can already sniff the its bitter stink.
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