a person of unending desire
like the rest of us fissile material
the way the future relies heavily
on the past to tell it this
is all yours these women
walking in the morning like
when you see your motives
standing up behind your feelings
or a map leading to
someone forgotten in
I can even tell what town
and all this interspersed
with words like these –
it’s not enough I get
the whole world
but you as well
always so much
leftover
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