PUDENDA VS. PENUMBRA
How come I mix those two things up? Liking
them both, the one the lighter than the other's
grave draft. Would that a man be given a choice?
This spectral light shows me a passing skeleton
on a screen, so soon to pass - pile of bones - and
become but a shadowy light on the memory of
time. No. I do not want that? Nor do I wish to
be alone. But this old jacket is getting tight, this
hat not much longer fitting the head. Where to
will I go? Another spectral place, perhaps,
just dreaming of pudenda and penumbra
some more. (Oh, how words have
a way of mixing me up).
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