UNQUENCHED PALATE



Insatiable thirst,
is it toxins that rule?
We stand idly by,
watching pastels
of grey and white,
pulling back curtains
allowing liquid sustenance
to drench your contours

How long, how long
must this go on?
Suspension of warmth in winter,
so frequently interrupted by random calculus

Mother Earth, you must be worn out,
if we are any indication
perhaps Persephone will return,
and maybe not

OM

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