Everything is on fire
every single face a
blaze of yellow,
a picture comes
up
in a sort of instamatic
way,
and the very bright good
teeth, are good to look at,
and yet painful in other ways,
excess of desire!
as if a smile raged
on, beyond all night & day,
everything before
night & day, did not exist,
no real picture as such,
I put it there,
I chase it...
my invention as such!
I go back
and back
to the beginning
of that beginning
that I constructed
or put it there
in my mind,
I want to go...
and yet fall in again
at the same time,
these are reasons
for not being honest
enough to myself,
in a way,
equalled by resistance,
or you have it,
give it to me...
it was there,
cause it's always been there,
only at some given
second -a split!
and at that point,
I need something more real
to take it away...
a hunger unreal...
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