Oh begone all things that would distract
From the task which lies before me now
Begone all hunger, for the promised snack
Would be gone before it is devoured
Begone all thirst, for I need not drink
In order to grant me room to think
Begone all sights! Begone all thoughts!
Which would have me shift from my firm course.
Begone the day! Begone the night!
Begone this very poem I write.
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