this dark of night
this bottomless cup of coffee
this black bean soup
this gravel of disinterested passion
inserting fat-heavy cream
or laughter over obscene jokes
into the space between
flashes of falling curtains
this dying with no despair
this warmth of comfort
in the panther's lair
I will enjoy this death
as I never did birth
with the moguls of soundless music
new gods of silent Earth
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
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