One of these days i am going to give it a rest.
I am going to acknowledge the turnings.
I have known it for years,
it means no harm,
it just sleeps and breathes and creates with intercourses.
I am going to shower in emancipation,
i am going to melt on sunburnt tiles…
And it ends where i end,
there’s no virtue,
there’s no eagerness,
there’s not even any desire to be known.
One of these days i am going to hike into this forest trail and i will come back losing malignity.
It means rain,
it means leaving home through a carnival street,
it means a wild call to somewhere extreme.
It means feeding the bastard for as long as i want to be fed by the undefined.

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