Early morning, I open my eyes; why
must I keep looking around for a
place to go to or to go to a place
only to return to go to go to
come to come to go to return to do
what? Every minute, every second
of every day that I am living
is meaningless like the road of yesterday
and the day before and the day before
that that I had gone on. I had gone and
also returned on roads empty of
travelers, not a single person not
a single person not a single voice
answering: no no to everything
that is a great big zero like the roundness
of the lips of Adam like the road of
hearts without lovers without wind and storm
without clouds and rain wet like the women
who had reached menopause but still had a
million million lifetimes to get
excited with viagra-pink for the
broad Eva thirsting for love or in excess
of love with the embraces of horny
men partially impotent. Oh viagra
blue for the winds to rise by the skies for
the depths of the winds to become full and
to fade for you and I and then nothing
remains? A time to meet is a time to
end. But certainly there are no endings
that are alike and all of us will have
to go to go to come to come to go
to return to an ending of all the
games...
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