Oh, grey skywho bores extensions of my vision
Say you, what I shall be now, where I shall crawl?
What a soul I’ve drawn. A full hand of clear aces.
For you I bow and bend…dancing a king of sin
Why you shrug and sigh my life, I do not know?
Blow the dirt from my skin, cry my soul clean
I kneel in this puddle offering so little, just me
For such wonder as you hold in your calm color
Bare flesh to mine, touch so gentle will you find
Please give your beauty to this gorging blackness
Do not attempt understanding, nor waste light listening
I beg you to feel, feel my sweat, my soul, my loneliness
Want is plague disguised as life…give me solace
No want do I have…but a need of great demand
A friend, a lover a mind in my own, will sate
Alone I can not live…please I beg, feed my hunger
Wednesday
November 27, 2002
7:29pm-9:17pm
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