"she's so...heavy"
what substance cures the empty hand
that satiates the needful hold
that doesn't break like sifting sand
and tender rests unbought or sold
for meanings gaze that quickens flame
I've searched my soulish lost and found
from heart to flesh in beauty's frame
still meanings thirst has kept me bound
I pray my flame go unexpired
and kept in me unbridled zeal
still let me breathe all breath inspired
let not my thirst submit to kneel
~Moses Apollo
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