Undulating on our way to the finish line
At docks with ships waiting for nothing
I pace
You starve
We figure eachother out
The difference between your cunningness and his naivety
Is that one thread that holds the soul intact
Had you an art for it, rather than a way to get away
With it
I wouldn’t have to spell it out for you
Portions, fractions, ratios
To stigmatize the dog for being restless
For the night to be too demanding, on the loaded, rolling on it
Find a better way to say it, man. What does you in?
Do you, buddy.
Kindle on the flame that remains pure
After burning off all that you look for, about, like firewood
Lay it to rest. Don’t think about it, don’t talk about it, don’t dream about it.
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