Your Ardor

Rather be absorbed
into your porous
noctiflorous headspace
be a part of your ardor
than evaporate to ether
than become another dot
in the blackness of space
just another speck
in the vastness of space
rather be a jewel in your crown
a sparkle in your eye
an ankh around your neck
a weapon in your hand
or warm water at your feet
I would rather be aware
than be an empty shell
stuck in oblivion’s sieve
just another kernel
stuck in oblivion’s teeth

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