After eating
After midnight
My thoughts
go running
through
my throut
to the
hole
Never eat after midnight
more than the size
of the speculations
that the sunrise
might bring
Out of the window
My voice
run
but
I can't get
the bite
the bit
the leg
the mountain
Zaratustra:
in
desparation
my thoughts
make my throut
envy
my
whole
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