Grinding teeth

What to be said of the drive
toward omniscience, away from my love?
My jaw teems on the foaming ground
all the Earth exudes how lovers do.
Once below, thence above—
men and their degradations.
What of me but what I tell.
What of them but my narrations.

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~ by Jeremy on May 13, 2013.

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