Anticipation, Always…

Licking sand, 

And eating grains, 

These granules, 

Are so everyday. 

I just want to chow down on you, 

Dip my teeth into substance again, 

Living off the land is great, 

But the vistas that begin so powerful, 

Fade faster than you. 

When I touch you, 

When I taste you, 

Then the smog of everyday, 

Will fall like rain from the sky, 

‘Pon us and everything we can see. 

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