never in my life,
Or in the span of the last few weeks
have I ever,
and yes I could go even further
felt so starved,
really I mean starved, vexed hunger
for some sort of notion,
reminder of a working heart and lungs
a feeling of substance,
something I search for fruitlessly
in a world that works,
in its subtle enigmatic ways
to alienate,
or provide an artificial basis for it
but that is so very beautiful,
and I think I really mean that
I want it and I want it now
I want the world at my throat
I want women and all
Other embodiments
Of all things beautiful
at either side of me
Adoring eyes, widened and excited
scanning in disbelief
waiting for the dream to end
because a dream so pure and good
will never last
and it doesn't and it won't
because it doesn't exist
to begin with
but a thought so pretty
forever forcing itself into existence
I want my dream to begin
I want these things to be my end
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
never in my life,
Or in the span of the last few weeks
have I ever,
and yes I could go even further
felt so starved,
really I mean starved, vexed hunger
for some sort of notion,
reminder of a working heart and lungs
a feeling of substance,
something I search for fruitlessly
in a world that works,
in its subtle enigmatic ways
to alienate,
or provide an artificial basis for it
but that is so very beautiful,
and I think I really mean that
I want it and I want it now
I want the world at my throat
I want women and all
Other embodiments
Of all things beautiful
at either side of me
Adoring eyes, widened and excited
scanning in disbelief
waiting for the dream to end
because a dream so pure and good
will never last
and it doesn't and it won't
because it doesn't exist
to begin with
but a thought so pretty
forever forcing itself into existence
I want my dream to begin
I want these things to be my end
I am human
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