even the sex with you is always dark and to break it with a lack of hope my cock in your mouth and the antidote oblivious of any infinite book of secrets/ your tongue slipping into my urethra, and no i will not piss in your mouth because i am bored with the suffering you aspire to, deep and daring not, to find a rooted sorrow, or do i acquire calamity or eyes like mars, while you make yourself another animal that you think i might want/ want with solicitude, want with ballast, want with a sovereignty that reduces rage to kingship/ your assumption i would be the master of this ship is just another one of your illusions/ it’s the bottom that controls the pitch, the longitude and the latitude of thereby hangs sans eyes a tale of melancholy cums slow motion down your throat and salivated with a sadness i have to tell you i regret/ the punishments invisible to anyone but us/