my artificial taste
my partial absorption of many many things
it no longer holds virtue
it simply holds
spring awakens spirit
those who identify, those who feel and see it
are those who have; the others, they are have-not
i am a man by birth, a man by aesthetic choice,
a man
others are there, or are not, being out
Who among us has known of identity? Who has felt the steely coals of sinking loins?
Which of our young boys may chance to?
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