Time being no necessary adjunct or true
Ornament
of love we invent
Barbarous
recipes for ancient syllables
Hunted
in a father’s thicket
Snared
in a mother’s thistle
We
wait on a porch for noon
Sipping
tumblers of lukewarm lies
Gnawing
the dry bone of hope
For
once in our life forget that we
Are
like Adam and Eve
Forget
that we forgot that we
Never
left this fallow and fallen garden
Beneath
the bridge of our arms
Flows
the weary river of
our conversation
All we
want is to explore illimitable desire
The
strange domain of silence of no
Words
a vast wilderness where we
Finally
find and kill the noble beast
In
a savage land
There
are no vegetarians
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