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feel the pulse, slow, rhythmatic, consuming, raging

just a beginning reaching for the understanding holding out for the end and waiting

hear the voice breathing swiftly rapid and lost, beat, beating, beating intensely, the ache is lingering, growing with the lost thoughts of weary recollection, i am omega, and i am lost

the emotion intrudes runs across the flesh, tempting, knowing, understanding a meaning that still is gone to me. within each swallow, breeding a world of lust, a world of longing, a world no one will embrace.

i am jack’s burning need for acceptance, his burning need within his loins for companionship. the seams entangled, confused, and this i shall always be.

i need the meaning, search diligently for the understanding and comprehension, i need to feel that i am infact alive,  and the feelings mesh together tossed askew in lost imaginary realities.

hold on to the pulse, feel the world within my breath, know the burning raging within my heart without explanation. i am the nothing reaching for understanding, reaching for you, and questioning the reality still consuming.