Too true it is, that I have walked with sinners;
Oh they, they that sinned by noticing not the sunlight midst the leaves,
heads bent with grief at Death, clutching fiercely at Friendship.
Oh, the sin of missing detail! I feel its weight in myself,
quick to look behind, seeing Nothing.
That space and time breathes sweet
through the guts of each night's Remembering, wishing only to
Share.
Oh........false air, untinted.
Oh.....that only Ladies, thusly, should sway with such Cautious saunter, alway.
I wonder at the scales.....for oft times, the word, thrown about, spurred me.
Alas; such heat, unchecked, has sickened many a Maid,
And I, tortured by the tempestuous air of quick intake - Horror's behest -
Ingested much, thinking naught of it.
If 'twere food, I might be gross and misshapen beyond Ubu,
and yet, e'en now, the best thought begins - and will continue - with
Shitr.
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