Trust the flesh's assurance,
that which you can witness
hardening, rising
for you, even if the words
can echo the verses
of the dead poets
who only rise as dust,
the flesh, the flesh
hardening, rising
for you, comes
echoing nothing
but its own desire,
its lust to be felt by you.
10.01.2026
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