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Vacuum/revised Torpid Stuporous The index refers only to the prologue and The epilogue I drink from sour grapes I don’t mean to do it I just do it I am hidden A drought in the wood (Negligence drains) A cactus in the forest (Sap drowns) A rainstorm in the desert (Deluge erases) Me Nymph-like I submerge myself in the vine’s deadly reverie All eaten up Speak to my heart so I can find its Embryonic ethereal puissance Existence has strangled it But only three quarters of the way Hope exists somewhere Please stop trying to dress me up pretty Don’t try to cover me up A weeping willow has no place in this desert It’s too arid here I cannot breathe |
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