I hide myself, I pride myself
(My rebellious stray hairs)
Tangle, tangle, soft night—
Blind were we and bare!
Drank the wine, thanked the wine
For abandoning our cares.
We emerged drunk, slurred drunk
Logic in the air.
Human! We cried, “Human!”
And, in our humanness, sat there.
Dressed in red, for flowers red
He gave me then to wear.
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