You consume art
Like a man consuming chicken hearts,
But what's left in your heart
In that afterdark,
When the taste has melted away?
Sensation goes the way
of sensation:
It greys,
Leaving you craving something
Meatier
Far richer,
A treat for yer
To cloak your hurt.
You been craving.
That material
so-real-to-you
craving.
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