How Telemachus Came To Be

I am the Buddha

Rub me until I shine

Like the lights turned out by God

Years

Eons ago

I am the silk-sand of Becall’s voice

Wafting through the cavernous halls

Think with cauliflower, or that which it resembles

I am the answer

And it is Yes

Like the feeling between my legs

Crying for the gentle feel of hand

Total concupiscence

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