Water…

There is a thirst I cannot slake,
no matter how much I drink.
I put my head ‘neath the tap,
who cares about breathing ~
Water! More water!

Why do I thirst the way I do?
It isn’t the water as much as the feeling ~
the feeling of something cold,
rushing down my gullet,
stoking the fires burning hot,
within the furnace that is my body.

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About Fredrik Kayser

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