I have the world

aarhus giant kid -

 

I have the world
like pulp
inside my fist.

The juice that drips
like concentrates
of dream.

Wait!

I refuse to describe you.

 

World you are in my grasp,
but I refuse to recite your
casual contents.

I have eloped with silence,
my petty pet.

 

 

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