Ripe with hunger
of all varieties
A sweaty temple
Unswept and unwashed
Distant, Left swinging
In the wind, far from notice
Heat lightning! Strike the ground!
Boil, tumble, the shape of your mouth!
Fire, fire, red fire! Melting to the bone..
Oh, oh, oh! Before, during, after!
All the time! More, more, more butterflies
More everything, more throbbing, heaving!
Oh god, can't stop laughing!
Failed, glass-blown thing
Knocked off the edge of a ship
Filling with silt, cement and bile
Smothered, frozen veins,
locked into place, eyes closed
Too tired, too heavy
To utter another word
Peeking through a keyhole
Moving around in the chrysalis
Thinking, only a little, about
Reaching out, or in, or in between
Sleepy but curious, again
Flesh is building up, maybe it's time
to come down stairs for breakfast
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