How many Languages can I learn and not
be able
to tell you how I
burn inside my own ill-fitting skin
seeking to slough off my dead sentimentalities of flagellate
how I burn for you alone, and in the fiery voice
of wonder
of longing
of aching nights of holding holy void in my arms
the vacuum nature abhors only half so much as I do?

Erich Campbell

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