The year Allen Ginsberg died,
The sky was broken with metal stars,
Of drops of mercury,
Of skaters on the sheet of the well.
The year when Allen Ginsberg died,
Lots of chrysalises emerged from dormancy,
They entered my closet,
They devoured the wool gloves.
The year Allen Ginsberg died,
The sky was broken with metal stars,
Of drops of mercury sliding,
On the sheet of the well.
The year Allen Ginsberg died.

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