the Drops of Talk

Squeezed out, the drops of talk.
(Black, thick ooze leaking.
Such
bad
omen,
I foreshadow the greatest,
but the greatest
cannot
conceive
the eyes
beholding
parts
outside of the reach)
with each drop
less aware
but wanting:

When you're dried up
and I'm dried up
and they're dried up:
Only then,
I might leave:

Full-bellied bearlike.
And thriving a bit more than yesterday.