the intensity of the way

the intensity of the way the groping breathless meandering
nothing means less than it used to nothing means what it

could could it become the norm the pushing the giving this
day this terrible day in the sweat in the writhe in the noon

of happening again again and what about shame and the

norm of holding back the eye from the again again this noon
evening this night day the grope the slip this again again will

you now care to whisper will you have more faith in the giving
way release what little you have to give give again again thus?

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