Someday, this world will be naked in front of my eyes
and I in front of it,
Beneath my skin crawls adventure
and within my mind,
all the nationalities I’ve cum on flutters with
organic flesh where I’ve left an organic mess
and there is more,
more of my carbon footprint and organic suspense,
concaves of blotted mesh from failing through all the rest
through all the pale, pink and bleak evenings, when I’d stare off into the endless distance and wonder when I will again wander.
Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Labial Laughs]
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