think think think
you think a lot wanting to capture
the words and fit in all the works
you write and keep on writing

love, life, love life, sex, money,
lots of sex, and lots of money,
spend, save, spend, cycles of lost loves
lust, desire, sadness
a sorrow you keep from
dissipating like water drying on
your skin
after a bath, but things keep on
coming and going and you know not
what to to and where and when to stop
precisely you juggle
all these like you’re part of the circus
and you know how to
to at the spotlight and on top
of everything

and there they are after your performance
some did not clap their hands

but what do you care
let the finale come and the curtains fall
the end.

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