o come ye of twisting, waking bodies
and longing two a.m. flesh and
i will share with you restlessness
i had no place to lay my head and no hole
for my fox so i know how it is
now that you have none for yours
and the longing that longs in the
icy night cannot be cured by
flying away
the only cure for that
is the trusting
the only thing you need
in not enlightenment
not even love
but the thrusting when you roll
around, dreaming down in half sleep
and i know
for i grow
in the cold space
of the longing.
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