Homeless desire sought
Seeking desire unsate. So trite; trivial the ways of babbling bounties.
It is not to be dissimilar in my liking.
Convoluted though uncoiscenciable.
Backing up towards walls in round rooms.
Sepulchers chambers chained and torn sadness unbounded.
A word that in my definition, has no definition that can be spoken.
The meaning is better given, and received.
Never to be had by the likes of me.
I suppose that could be my secret pain.
The thing that wrack’s my brain, yes I am in turmoil I am distraught.
If I shall ever receive god gilded liqueurs I shall be in passing become full.
So in passing I am homeless desire sought.
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