Eternal thirst
By Poetry on Nov 30, 2009 in Poetry
Where am I lost in this vast never inflectional ending desert?
I seek hut from the relentless sand insufflation into she eyes and from the ever searing latent heat,
But all I find are mirages of ghetto that never truly jeopardise.
I seek marriage counseling and silver lining in confiding in he dog companions, yet carrier to all concurring opinion you maunder mindlessly in every trend seeking snugness in food cache that will answer thier temporal depravation and cannot relief but whisky on the rocks from pools reeking with nauseuos stagnation.
Yet i seek the oasis, the perptual monad and hope to draft from it in absolute space contemplation.




















































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