Saturday, January 21, 2023

Modern Ouroboros

year by year bite by bite 
i have swallowed my selves
my core stuff digested
grown fat and quiet now

no more of that striving
hope the aperitif
making suffering seem savory

plenty to go around
table overflowing 

a circle is a hollow shell
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