oh please ! how unbearably boring. to want
is where all flowers bloom, despite this sauna
of good-feeling. what i have is safe & sound,
what i want coyly eludes me. eternal desire
plagued all the world’s poets, despite all the
world’s beauty; i want the entire room desirous,
a life of endless dreaming, half-fulfilled, omniscient,
all-yearning, all-fiending.
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