love

it’s easier to fall into a

well than to climb out.

the deeper the well,

the darker it is. oxygen

is thin, fantasy fills the

brain fed by empty veins,

dry as the well itself.

a limbless reptile without

eyelids  zigzags between

the toes. the perfume of

forbidden fruit blossoms

between the thighs. this

hole where devils dance

with neglect and sorrow

enchantment breathes.

where tongues are crippled

and wisdom is wretched.

from here the language of

the wind melts a cold heart.

i find here what is greater

than my faith and my hope.

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