The fragrant air, so muddy in the shining night
She
Rolling merrily as possessed by salty demons
Licking the long dusk, the grapy dusk
The most inner part of me
In wilderness
As in madness
Tears are whispered
No contempt –
Across the grids
In the fabled tinsmith of my mind
fleeting life, joy, kicks, darkness
not enough night
In the thin drizzle of rain
On the road,
Back to you.
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