I need what I can neither define nor find

The thoughts of loss and not having seem to control my mind

Consume design it says to me

Break the jaws and set me free

All the world opens to thee

Except for thee

Who aren’t for me

You aren’t for she

But artfully you do the shaming

All that sauce but somehow’s laming

Framing game the teacher’s plaything came king

Or kingpin

For knuckles around the bound of two fingers pound the pavement but for larvas

Pupas proudly flap the wing


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