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is eternal,
stretched thin in places,
snagged on the cactus
of our desert.

we sate ourselves
in the process, sing
windsongs of desperation
to someone else, cast our
need to anothers
grumbling belly.

i will greet you
with a long face
and dreamless nights.
we are weatherbeaten
and comotose,
heads on rocks,
breath heavy with sleep.