On Longing
An exaggeration that exaggerates. A smile that eats the mouth. Sediment or beloved,
the hanged terrarium. Want never comes without atonement. Even the fates must share
an eye and a tooth while stroking Apollo’s thread. Ask the Sufis how
to find God:
buried. Beneath the ink breath of otherwise; moaning
is is is in circumference. Faith was easier before sex became involved.
Who will touch me in the middle of this war.
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026