Come on, he said. Continue the swing of skins not melt, fold. We said again in a voice far more subtle, while waiting for your man or your wife to sit with you and never speak to you dearly as anyone
voice is unique. the voice of one we love. speech is the whole body. with ridges, flashing, with presence and spirit.
but love remains. continue is another way of being. to go overboard that we are, come from the water. kissing the water.
in the cup was seawater. looked at the bottom fauna. the waves regrettable. the storm.
anything.
anything either to move water.
his voice comes from afar and is hoarse. enbravecida. transformed.
no birds in the center of the trachea, there was an octopus and a tiny mandrake.
but was life after all.
in the wall of heaven.
and water returns. and the voice returns. and scope that we are osscurece.
day retreats are a river.
a tree that does not dance. a tree with no wind.
suspended on the edge water.
is Thursday. we do not at noon.
clarity just beginning to be intolerable. Sun Country clarity. Norse
miss this country from birth. they need. their skins as they shout: they lack.
as long
here everything is summer or embarrassment or traffic infernal howling horns
slowly lose our minds as if dripping tap
or hose nose is out of your body shake
inhale exhale
the end of the month a single breath
fall into the sea without cover our nose to absorb water best way
a last sip the fruit liquid
are gray inside you know that?
hardened stone / nursing every two hours / our child hanging breast / spore does not bleed / opens a voice from within: a place there without name / breast milk is the original water / water in infinite matter / immutable / but not / then appear in other outlets or minus mineral /
open mouth of a child in dreams perpetuating the act of sucking
then be awake
imagine I see it coming, I see the future clearly
boundaries of the skin are not infinite and it hurts
cut the arteries and leave us out of basic water
earth we get crazy and get this water only possible, multiple and full of a complete voice
this voice coming from somewhere / untitled / and floods everything and takes homes, farm animals, livestock, and swallows people / this voice insomniac who yawns before the days / and stalls on first attempt to pretend otherwise be able to
dove into the sea: nothing could scare
anything after we
anything after you anything after all
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