a candle swaying swaying in a constellation of voices. your birds sing in the morning fully naked and invencible. This is the beginning of a novel surface under your mountains once so foreign and sunless. with fear I trembled before your waves.
having said these things we drank from the same bottle the same alcohol
it is possible possible possible it must be possible. my eyes read your gusts of imaginings.
to discover the desperate cloud or symbol where my undulation seized your chest and other remote regions not afraid of the sea. The sea we are dreaming of. And barefoot moving forward. the world is still invisibly and blindly burning. This is the time beyond the ruins toward transparency. our wakening well before dawn has no fear of Nothingness and Nakedness. Sun is your spectre to me.
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