Like biting through seaweed or
Cotton, sweet or salty
Whichever pleases that palate
Monster with thoughts tangible
As breath
Sometimes and sometimes
Not on a whim. I
Cast back to when I have
No memory to
Fuel the darkness here
Now. Nothing satisfies and
So I totter over Trust and Blindness-
Take me as you
Once did so long ago.
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