If only I could gather these times I’m living through, the most alive since my childhood days and thrust it down the green wine bottles I so feverously collect.
If only it remained un-aged and without wear the coarse skin of time has on memory.
Then I could, when my flesh softens… the skin under my open eyes loll… crush the green glass under a rock to see life exploding like a bomb and glistening smoke of unclothed happiness lift as whirls…nudge the marrow that pumped out the restless blood and see once again the heart I used to hold on to for dear life.




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