Conversation
spirals
towards the dim ceiling
like an opium dragon.
Ghost words bounce off the table -
not a numb social game
after all.
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The pleasure & terror
of wedging
splinters of Self
into the Other.
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Intoxicated
by returning echoes
of the same Longing,
I shed awareness
like yesterday's skin.
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