I might have made myself
a fool, again, but I have not
felt like this since the old man
in fur fell ill, the same desire
and giddy joy, the same mistake
of going too far, drunken
with lust and words, not
knowing when to stop,
when words and images
are both flowing from
an overflowing spring.
03.08.2024
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