How
do I know of desire?
Is
desire, as a futurist,
beckoning
me, besieging me,
based
upon a recent past’s ability
to
conjure into a forthcoming possibility
in
my future, swimming in time?
Is
desire yet presented to me
presently
as a ponder,
a
slight of mind
for
me to potentially have pleasing feelings
come
forth through the dew of actions
taken
towards this cause?
Is
desire then the candy of consciousness
and
I, busy with the lick or the suck
without
restraint?
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