O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Todos estan enfermos pero no lo reconocen.
Por eso no toman medicina para el alma.
En vez de sanarse, tratan de convencer a los demas
Que no estan enfermos, sino “diversos”!
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
the way of the holy mushroom 