Goals
Goals.
I want to constantly ask:
What is this?
I want to get rid of I.
I want to write poetry, paint stories,
& play music.
I want to know what my face or yours is.
I want to memorize the excitement of your
Eyes in climax.
I am the saintly bum,
Nothing more nothing less.
I contain every variable
Choosing silence instead.
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