groping along the moistly licked dew on the evergreen dripping and cooing pigeons in the right ear between freshly poured asphalt/concrete and the rough terrazzo pile of rustling leaves, squealing tyres
on the tarmac in the sour odour
of another, smaller cosmos
what seems larger fades into the small
In whichever mouths
It lies
In the shadow of the eaten remains of cast-iron sounds; like shards on the palate, like torn wings in swelling winds, unintentionally moulded vibrations
In the mouth cavity or
on the membranes of the large drums
of beating ribcages, mangled transients of ribs stroked, of strings moulded; blossom scars that crash apart into something in between, something that has never been, after which we melt away
Glimpsed in the colours of the mouldy fuzz
In the craters of the continental plates,
Exposed canyons that  
Sliding towards you, towards these rough bodies that push out of themselves, that form new languages, never heard, interpersonal, inter-final references under which universes crawl like snails in their shells in barren feather beds, heads laid on moss, decapitated chants, mystical times, born in stasis, in the ether vapour that still lingers, although already refuted, it still drips fleetingly from the stalagmites in the untouched ground, in the shadow play of your hand that glides over my body, in the scars of a story that is still alive in the scars of a narrative that disintegrates, like ashy formations on cool marble veins, breaking from barren crusts, eclectic flickering of neon tubes in air shafts of fanned lungs, from which this breath flows into desecrated chants, in the twitches of an awakened body, electrically charged particles between the particles of our gazes, like magical swamps, tentacles drawn towards each other in the smacking turmoil, where the beings meet in one and the unprecedented rises to a new one, fleeing temptations, sensed resistances, breaking edges from a heavenly entablature between things, secret embraces at the edge

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to be continued...

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