To PRC
Such a bleak, dark day
that barely dawned to gray light
and tones of brown,
and with mind full of worry
of thinking of you, so
far-away, trying to read
about Hobbes and Descartes,
waiting at the dentist;
cold and blind as a mole
on the soaked fields,
thoughts wandering -
how I would like
to open your legs and taste
you, enter you, but
your soft skin lost, all
I have are Descartes
taken from his Bavarian oven,
shivering before the queen of the Swedes,
Hobbes with his sovereign
tyrant and making a fool
squaring the circle, same
people going pass and forth
in the hallway, again and again,
and beyond the closing and opening
doors, the bleak dark day,
in gray light the ruins of lives.
17.11.2020
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