Acquisitive

Every second counts when

I feign to think for myself

Every dusk and dawn is

Through this meager space in

my crooked shell,

The pearl within – red and whined

longs to discover something more

than self and beyond

the stars on black silk

They leave me to begin anew,

Oh! I still wait for the Eugene

to set me free from

the tide of curiosity

~Kashish~

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