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If I were old- er I'd smoke laudanum or whatever flower they inhaled to keep breathless. It's not an escapist excuse, it's enchantment without sex this way you keep the Sun in your throat and live, still live without writhing in two's. Earthly pods. I wait for my revival. I miss the days of drugged up, Bacchannalian intoxication. I used to drink with angels in the corner of never- having-to-say-you're- horny because poetry. because war. because the devil is a diplomat. in the morning after maybe some music for when you put me in the ground just make it about love and how we lose it to better days

3 a.m. When darkness falls: I am left with my thoughts wandering aimlessly, feeding the restlessness brought about by longing in the fractions of my memories. The night is shattered. The snake makes its way past my subconscious, from my deepest regrets to my secret desires to the lone island of my childhood. Of mango trees straining against the breeze against a backdrop of sunsweet rain and mountain ranges, enchanted by the rhythmic songs of tribal elders with tales of fairies and forest creatures. Of nipa huts where my first love resided, the boyhood romance of my youth. Past the green fields, the hidden plains and the forest. The mira