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the bored's post. (a continuation)

time, it's flickering away and heavily swimming across my eyes
i cannot hear whatever it's been calling to me;
since morning i have licked its feet and carried it home to the sea
but somehow all the water from its hands are still lidded there

cry as servants cry

dangerous and red are all the things that i can ever say,
my tongue is not my own as with my hands, they are the universe's
clinging damp to my two arms; i struggle with the empty sounds
the sounds which occupy my spacious heart are also the universe's

all the lasting images of lips and teeth and morning sun
have managed to elope from me, as far away as love can take them
and all that i am capable of is sitting down and looking back,
the gliding thoughts and swelling words that i will never have

take the last one there

i kiss the night and embrace the days, the sticky ones that punish me
i feel the struggle in between the love that i receive from it;
the flowing rush of madness from my head into my stomach cries
i feel the swift assurance of an end to all the universe

own the wealth of all


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