El encuentro de las ruinas con tu voz rota
llevandome a tu ombligo de esta razón destruida
tu pozo de agua arrugada
en el origen cantos de noche sin luz neotica
a night in guarding motion
moment to moment revolve around onwards
sirens brush neon nights in twisted trails
alleys of signs reading rights alike phrases with face.
Suns in reflection of touched faith float
when the limbs are tools pressed against a glass pane and sink
again
the mermaid in a flood at the counter beacons
telling seafaring fortunes immersed body drowned
in mind
but paper boats onto a creased navel raid not in rescue
attempt words in shimmering language of reconstruction
while nothing
how do objects get married? Is the stool truly in love with the piano?
Genders' display of space: the she-table the he-sofa
an occupancy of night.
When you meet the ruins of your voiceless dawn
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