Your Whole Life Must Be Given


girl, straddle oblivion, slipped so fast into the mystery and remaining still instinctively controlled. intoxicated until spiritually mundane, how we sweat for the sickness pleasure, how we fold, and squat haunched over the earth, time lathered in production, pressing a silent burden into the furrowed dew.
i cultivate my emptiness with you,
insane forbear, igloo suburban transience, the light of exclusion sharpened out of autistic pen, the bloody voice of life, the suffering isolation of beauty. frigid beyond: let me never catch you. ail me forever.

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Author: manderson

I live in NYC.

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