A little verse.

Once upon the time

When the moon was full

And a southern wind

Was humming its last

Cradle-song,

I pulled off my underwear.

Suddenly, on my stomach

I discovered a black neat spot

And the spot grew into a hollow.

I brought a knife from my kitchen

And began to widen the edges.

Until the moment

When I myself could get inside

And vanish into a chasm

Of my discovery.

I stroke a match and galloped away

And only the sparkling of my gullet

Appeared now and then.

And I said to myself:

“Boy, I never felt so good before”.

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