a new moon dark night is naked to me
peering out into the sheer of the stark addressing
cursing me out is a compliment to my soul
that one’s given me an honest irrational reaction
pure pain honors me with unwavering devotion
as obedient attention is my singular response
I live for the unexpected kiss of boredom upon me
to shed all one’s malaise for just this void of affection
happy to me, is no excuse to bother with
so why chase what always lives on the inside
even wanting enough is too much to tolerate
why compromise the living-quest just to feel for satisfy
conversation exchanged, not voiced, is to live the mood,
letting those vibes bathe me before I find them touching
there is no such thing as getting ahead
those are mind-games that keep me from now
if ever I am detail-crazy in the rush of the moment
I just ask myself, why do ants or bees do what they do
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