40 Four twenty-seven
At four twenty-five your eyes will untie
The loop of my lips and knots of my eyes,
Unleash hungry breath, unfold clutch of hands,
Retain what I lost and lose what I had,
Break bolts of my tongue and enter my throat,
Throw out my food, feed me with your word
To find what so long was hidden in me --
Your seed in my flesh at four twenty-six.
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