Verbopolis
21st Century Urban Meditations
Tuesday, July 02, 1996
I fear...
I fear the eventless day,
Its craning arms
outsretched.
Tormenting tomorrows.
I need the relentless moment,
Its sucking throat
moist.
Salivating sanity.
I yearn irresponsible calm,
Its cocky nonchelance
reclining.
Disowning duty.
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