rolling
toiling
crackling warmth
fills my guts,
my senses,
me.
a bubbling bitter Brown brews.
gives sharp pinches of
love,
hate,
guilt,
and me.
tumbling free
in a bottomless pit
filled to the brim,
and frothing still,
swaying,
turning,
burning
me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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What is the word "TOILING" doing in the poem, in the second line?