Time’s enemy

Time heals nothing.

Narcissus knows,

his wounds

are time’s

enemy.

Then,

a big Yellow dog

licks your face all morning

and dives into your crotch nose first, and you know you know you know

at last, you know.

You don’t wear those genes.

©Philippe du Col, 2025 🧬

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