I want to stay one hundred, hungry times
feel a few glimpses of sunset fade away
turn my face to the thunder, a thousand places behind
follow the long line over the open sea, just to find
the whale's track, the howling wolf, the whole pack
wearing the wuthering voices
swearing the winds you worth in skin
climbing the breath in spine 'til the neck
spying the way we spin knots in our hair
what's about light at dawn anyway?
who and how they'll knock tonight or another day?
which ties fix these fists like a playful pain?
which promises would please you to bleed your veins?
I'm still waiting for the ancestral tempest,
still walking over walls like cats in anthems,
recognizing patterns of pests,
collecting unique pleasures of plastic,
winning the fathers' fears in a fantastic contest with fairs and such
enjoying everything and not talking too much
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