within me i am swallowed: my love to explode
my dreams are troubled, like i were a miser in heat
(what is the taste of her soul when i regard her?
what does the music feel when it drives through me?)
ashes waft through my mind to make me remember
days that went nowhere managed to go by anyway
considering the ant, and how stupidly productive it is
(when did we start to glory in our indifference?
when in the course of our intent exactly do we sin?)
i have wondered too long, life walked on without me
within me i am swallowed: my love to explode
