LIMIT LESS

anoint me with the oil of gladness.


I feel the shell of the seed.

weakness to win the weak.


run, run, run

but only one receives the prize

could I run forever?

is that what it is to fly?


she found the good thing

oil and tears at your feet

intimacy, suffering, reverence

burn everything of me


every word that you speak

is wine flowing through my teeth

first love, first miracle

you are my obsession.

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