Monday, October 15, 2012


I thirst for life and thirsting drink its end
Poor mites received for all my talents spent 
My pitcher down the well again is sent
These husks my food while dirtied sty I tend
Where is the life I want with every urge
Of gods which live within my body's frame?
Shall I with will or culture try to tame
These willing things which deep within me surge?
Or harness them and eating all and all
And thirsting drink with mind submerged beneath?
'Til every shard  has passed between my teeth 
And waters gone the earth all bare to fall
I never ate but soon I ate again
Insatiable I mourn what might have been


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