Telescopic lungs
intermingle
The sea
whispers
The air
hisses
Younger men, fewer and fewer,
Are keen to know, to hear, to dwell in the brown autumnal veins of dry grass.
Who can be deserving, whose bloodline brings the heartiest handshake, and whose capacity to forget is unsurpassable?
Her vehement desire cannot protect her as a raincoat.
Her lungs
breathe
in a mushroom’s
spores.
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