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Undiscovered But Wild
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
Hello dark thoughts, my constant friend.
Elusive channels of where and why;
imported tales of frying skies.
I am the growing cancer
that
licks the blood of wounded dogs.
When the moonlight shapes my frames,
I am trapped in the same lane.
Waiting for the cars to pass by,
ending another rumour of the world.
There are cascading membranes coloured
pink and red.
Which one am I, I will not say.
Better to kill the desire for dreams.
Hello goodbye, my steady mate;
you are as constant as the
pickled feet inside jar.
And I am touching myself
in places
undiscovered but wild.
