"Be not afraid," it mouthed to me and swam
In circles round my fast-collapsing brain,
"I am a simple guest. And you're..." "Insane?"
I dribbled, "God, I must be. Yes, I am..."
"My host," it smiled, "Within you such a dam
"Is built of so much uninspected pain
"And fear that I know it would be no drain
"On your emotions if you had–" "A damn
"FISH inside me?!" But I soon became
A little calmer as it spoke as if
Its words were sapping from me something made
Of tar and hair and phlegm and guilt and blame;
The feeling that can make my spirit stiff
And heavy. "Now, I trust my rent is paid?"
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