Two eggs and some soup,
and a will to die.
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and less.
In no direction I go,
fast as I can,
and overshoot
my destination
time and again.
The place where
I belong….
Will this, I ever
find.
See it there,
I reach for it,
with my
greased pig hands,
til bulls horn
gores,
and guts spill to earth.
But will this stop me,
no.
I will finally make it
to nowhere,
again and again,
if I don't give up,
without your help,
that I need so desperately.
