In exotic colonies
of pagan thoughts
my consciousness
is desperate roaming
since months,
with malaria fever
unshaved and thirsty
a christian missionary
in a heaven of nudity
deep in the jungle
amidst naked natives
my common sense
rambling odd Latin
with feverish haste
censures the flesh
for its primitive tastes.
ONElia AVElar
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