One
I lust for empathy
At least permit me to entropy
and this void will be my asylum
as I rebuild my inebriated beacons
to raise the roof beams
that will mantle my perpetual nights
and our individual darknesses
in one final clout,
in one splendid dream
that will eat a life time
in a glacial sleep
we will be
one.
poem by Norman Santos
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