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The infinite problem is thus:

My incessant longing for the chocolate whisper of truth 

Or perhaps now a lie 

For it has been so long that it does not matter.

Haziness clouds my eyes and blocks out the sun 

For it burns too deeply.

These delicate thousand still sleep beneath

While I with peach summertime dreams, dwell above.

Somewhere, 

Anywhere,

Yet nowhere -

Ravage me, o Soul!

Quench your heat with my hopes.

Snap into me and click into place.

Melt into this welcomed mess....for I do so need you to.

Squish me between your toes.

Still wide-eyed, still free!

Yet the problem is unsolved,

And I must continue with my sorrowful ponderings

Until the sunlight breaks through your slumber.