Pulsating liquid mass

I walk up

To the sun

Until the night is done

I drag my

Sleeplessness until the dawn has long begun

Would you search with me

Like seeking

Hounds that never find their object of desire

All living days, so, let my teeth dig in

My tongue licks up the moisture

It will absorb us, and eventually, everybody else

20-02-1992

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