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* written based on a short line by a friend long ago: “I closed my eyes and drank death” *

thirst
symphonic wind

i closed my
ey es)

and drank death,
lips
pressed against the enchanted rim
of obsidian luxury!

fingers thrashed:
swallow * violently, passionately

a moment’s infernal rage
ey es( open
– everything ! –
fleeting twinkle,

and then the ground,
hardened,
tongue —- …
collapsing

aftertaste

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