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| Artist: James Jean |
Can't you see it?- In an act
of discordance,
formerly known as 'despair'.
I tug at the edge and pull down
slowly
as it passes the glasses
with which I hide, and stare.
And over my lips comes a sharp, liquidy
sting
Porous, weak are those things we suck
And licking, slip-- slide-- slip
where within our tongues may dip;
I tenderly touch them once more
as, blindly, I board the breathless ship.
