Can send me diving into a well of wish wash old garments.
My wild over examinations on human concept of interaction,
can send me head first to roast and crack my skull
like the head of a succulent mythical beast.
Who could ever wish to endure such gargantous passion
that implodes and eventually does explode
in your hands, mouth, or teats.
[Scoffs]
"To ere is human, to forgive divine"
-Alexander Pope
