Tuesday, January 15, 2013

4077. WANTING

WANTING
I must want to know you, I tell myself.
There, upon the carousel you walk through,
are all the maddening moments which keep
me here : a constable's confusion, a massive
confession before a judge who's dense and
deaf together. No one notices, and no one
seems to hear a thing. I tell myself, again,
I must want to know you, there, upon the
carousel you walk through, with all the
maddening moments which keep me here.

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