“touch.”

touch,

the heart

hear

those beats

know that it’s alive

know that it is life;

know that it is life; still incomplete

the base, the end

it’s a place I have no designs in place

i love that part ahead of schedule

inevitable ends,

those are the truest waste

so I touch,

to stay alive!

and I hear — I taste and I smell

i lust! For lives yet lived

i end, so that I can

touch the infinite again.

~thefirstdark (10.2016)

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