On the Interestingness of Myths
Let me get lost on a good thought-
This beast of beauty, smirking from under
The kind skin, at your tallness
Never fits the exciting ugliness of the barefoot love
Walking the inner softness of your shoes.
Therefore, I wonder-
At the days I gave and never gained
And the wavy water dripping down
The fleshy hills of tomorrow.
I do owe a few hours to a time wizard
As I keep stealing minutes from its yarn
To fill some large pockets of mine.
And then I clothe the skins of all gods
High or small, short or average,
Because I am still looking into my own eaten liver
And then, to the hollow of a kingdom I came to build
Up and down, in and out, far and beyond-
Looking, yet neither back nor forward.
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