So you are at the end of my earth. With most of its riches, wrong, I know, to go through and from this stupid mouth, and so to you. This stupid mouth, as you would picture, will get eaten by a bigger one. I lend you this. I lend you my mouth. To love you as if you are human. To give this up as if I have tried. Another one of yours to feed. Another one of yours to break. To take care. Then you will rest, and rend, and devastate. And rest again. By then, you will forget I've ever given you anything. You, whom I love the most, will wake up. Wrong and lovely. Warm, still sleepy.
