A lust for words, a lust for dandelions
For open valleys and a loft studio
A lust for quiet, a lust for thunder
A lust for life and for obliteration too
A lust to revamp, a lust to re-invent,
To be foam-arisen!
And the lust to auger away
To hold my core, pristine.
August 2011
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