That red lump of flesh
It wants the freedom to go past
The fragile threshold of comfort
It wants to wander the Gobi sands
To find a warmth it lost because of words
Because it never really owned its vessel
That red lump of flesh
It wants to break the invisible line
The numbing threshold of pain
It wants stray on Antartic sheets
To cool its fiery furnace of longing
Because this body never knew moderation
It never could leave love for logic
Nor find logic in love's reasoning
October 22, 2007
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