The rewarding
pleasures of writing have been set aside for lesser gods.
It’s just a
brief moment in the blistering sand burning hot like the new Venus on
descent.
And then, the
mask is burned forever
In the
sadistically fevered sun.
I wish I knew
the combination,
I wish I was
already there.
‘92?
~ ‘95?
Victor Millan
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