We stood fast in front of it waiting for something to drip,
to penetrate closed lips, made of lightning kisses,
or something to replace this fire stream of instability, will i be
ever enough for you?
where do we go my love,
when the lights were never on, not like this,
thrown, against the wall of confusion stuck,
sticking, licking the dripping beauty of uncertainty,
if only for an eternity,
yet once again there are no words-
when the trees paint spiders on the earth,
chasing me, tracing my veins,
when i am hungry....I AM HUNGRY...
the thirst that burns through silence,
through the sound of every lonely night,
leading me forward always wondering,
piercing, singing fire and shedding....the ashes,
that have led me here to your.....door........

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"QUOD ME NUTRIT, ME DESTRUIT--AUT VINCERE AUT MORI"

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