TRAFFIC
don’t live in a port.
when you look
toward the quay and run
your eyes along your ship’s taut lines
you can’t help but
think of thieves
sticking their knives
in your business.
"This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper." --T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men."
I will cleave until the white ugly heart of your skull is barren and yet I shall love you to the uttermost days of my life.
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