There have been
avid hungers
seeping
on the eve of
certain neurosis.
I am pouring out
being cosmically
refilled
until my natural
state is thirst
and exhaustion.
And you have your hands
cupped
yet all the water
drips from between
your fingers,
no matter how compressed the
skin,
how webbed the
hands are.

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