What do you know?
Of early mornings spent
Paralyzed at dutiful desks
Unable to move, to think,
Overwhelmed by this unbound liquid
That collected and expanded
Without an end in mind, existing
For its own sake,
In the well of my chest, demanding
Screaming, to be felt, to be felt, to be felt.
To be given, to be poured
On someone, on something
Anything, (and yet nothing was worthy enough).
What do you know of that terrible yearning
That inarticulate hunger
For subsumption, of being consumed,
That would shatter my breast if I but
Gave it
Half a dozen inches.
What do you know?
Safe in that remote icy corner
That you carved one night in your heart,
What would you know?
...
I'm not even angry. I'm just curious.
Do you know?
Of early mornings spent
Paralyzed at dutiful desks
Unable to move, to think,
Overwhelmed by this unbound liquid
That collected and expanded
Without an end in mind, existing
For its own sake,
In the well of my chest, demanding
Screaming, to be felt, to be felt, to be felt.
To be given, to be poured
On someone, on something
Anything, (and yet nothing was worthy enough).
What do you know of that terrible yearning
That inarticulate hunger
For subsumption, of being consumed,
That would shatter my breast if I but
Gave it
Half a dozen inches.
What do you know?
Safe in that remote icy corner
That you carved one night in your heart,
What would you know?
...
I'm not even angry. I'm just curious.
Do you know?
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