I WANT TO GO
WHERE I CANNOT SEE
Let this operation now begin : take my eyes, peel
them back with your clinical knife, destroy my sight,
un-layer my ideas of being. I want for nothing more.
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I am tired of all this anyway - the bloom and then
the flower and then the simple death - Autumn to
its Winter orgy. Same old sex, same old positions.
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Instead, open up this new window, where a newer
darkness dwells. I can still feel your flesh and moisture;
I really don't need to see. Hold my flaming arms
around your dousing carcass. That's it. I
understand all things better now. It can
stay this way.
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