pieces of you, me, us
lie in a broken cup
like loving a broken
woman in a broken bed
ten thousand years from
now... now... now...
but i want you now!
it is the face of an
unpoetic death with
a mask of a light maiden
which belonged to a time
when blood flowed like
all the obscure names i bear.
now... now... now...
but i want you now!
i gave the last birth
last rage, last word...
now... now... it's always now...
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