How far will you
Stretch my begging hands
longer than your flute
To kink untrodden words mine
Wriggling my tongue, inside;
Impatient
to blare my heart
Out of my tight lips
How long will you
Measure my breath
longer than your age
To suffocate my bones
Yet a life, inside;
Impatient
to gain sustenance
Out of my death
How colourful will you
Grip my faith
by fragrance of your incense
To fill my body of temple
with sweet smell;
Impatient
Like a thunder
That I crack thy sky
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