STILL YEARNING
Taste my flash; I am still yearning,
still devoured by your pureness.
Bring the sad softness, to caress,
To heal the wounds of time.
Today I am pure
To heal the wounds of time.
Today I am pure
Tomorrow I'll disappear into water.
Draw me back to the shore.
Lift me with you to the sky:
a low flight among diaphanous clouds.
Sharp observation into seed of goodness
into seed of evil.
I cried sore last night;
poisoned seed were thrown at me.
I am sprouting poison today;
turn your face to the other side.
I have no knowledge of what
the next moment will sprout.
Touch me right now, before
my time dissolves altogether.
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