Well the fuse was lit
And left to fizz,
But the only liquids
Available to extinguish
It were accelerants,
So I had to decide
How quickly to ride
The wire.
Unfortunately I
Chose to soak it and
See, and I saw alright:
The sharpest and
Least quite night
In an age, with
Alter egos let loose
Upon the stage,
And only a coma
Like sleep put these
Creatures back in
Their boxes, and
Only a separate
Street will be able
To keep them
That way.
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