enough
in this "First World"
equals a king's ransom
in far lands where food is as scarce
as gold
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enough
in this "First World"
equals a king's ransom
in far lands where food is as scarce
as gold
as gold
renewed in light
the soft bright glow of dawn
turn back the time when we were there
ablaze
ablaze
in gathering
the what that I have been,
into one light, I see you now
sightless
sightless
unheard unseen
gathering weightless stones
in a simple basket tied tight
to you
to you
I raise my glass
warm words they call a toast
buttery, jelly sweet, but not
enough
enough
is for sissies
or milquetoasts! I want
more, and then more, more, more and then
some more
some more
food for my soul
soft music to soothe me
stories to spirit me away
yes more
yes more
please sir, may I?
do you want me to beg
you said "I am yours", is that right
come here
come here
desire calls
quickly slowly right now
never mind i changed my mind
oh well
oh, well,
many pennies
I have fed you, waiting,
to hear the horses of wishes
pounding
pounding
you could see it
right there beneath her breast
she tried to hide it with her hand
I pledge
I pledge
to shelter you...
bright yellow umbrellas
to make the rain as happy as
sunshine
sunshine
not invited
lawn burnt already bare
bring on lightning, loose that thunder—
need rain…
need rain...
soft quiet mist
fast moving fierce cloudburst
ever in our way fleeting life
drenched wet
drenched wet
he laughed at her
looking like some drowned rat
but he stopped when she reached for her
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