I am the eater – a merchant's son starved and beaten Staving pangs and knives with milk of seed from bleeding Plato's disciple – befriender of the weak A mere vessel of woes – a life of mind to reap Trade a hardship for another, both desperate and regal Sway through narcotic clouds and cleave the feeble For misery loves company – a sadness that won't escape No such thing as to forget – the veiled inscription remains Oh Ambrosia! My hero, my swindle Buy me transcedence and joy to kindle Grant pleasure and beauty, wandering nights in youth Drown me again – I'm dying to be pure