Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Thirst

The thirst
Crawls up my throat,
Settles on my tongue
And hounds me
For a drink of water.

I roll over and go back to sleep.

I foolishly have reasons,
They are foolishly unknown.

October 15, 2005
Suge


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