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A Thirst

Beloved needle that pocks his skin
Its bite, a sweet bat hungry for red juice.
Cradling, he sings some slumberous tune
a lullaby into the cave he’s made of himself.

Its bite, a sweet bat hungry for red juice.
Guzzle, bat, and spread your blind wings wide
lullaby into the cave he’s made of himself
pit of forgetting where human boots can’t go.

Guzzle, bat. Spread your blind wings wide
in his veins, scratching a lonely bliss.
Pit of forgetting where human boots can’t go.
His feet lengthen, membranes web his limbs

in his veins, scratching a lonely bliss
the night shakes, an endless flapping.
His feet lengthen, membranes web
his skin the beloved needle bites

as the night shakes the holes,
starved for his own
red juice.

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