Screaming at a driverless boat
because it bumped me
taking revenge on Eros
while arrow still stuck
coming to conclusions
while clues are useless
asking why being is
as it is being
drinking water from a rotten skull
in darkness the water sweet
but in morning light
vomit at sight
yes, yes, yes
get to the point
tired of the view of a finger
when the moon is wanted
I know in this place I am not alone
especially in its extremities
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