ego works like a burning of multiple explosions. bodies explode beyond the loss and the silent panic of excess. time explodes because of a delayed reality. doubt explodes within and against my strivings. desirable denials and other cries and still loaded with potential wildfire. and your mouth traces the waves of hair and sun roaring on approach. the moment reverses the question of flying and falling. our kiss expands the radius of sound-signs toward inner vacuum. openness must discern struggles of many lips traversing voices of skin. the origin believes in many Isles.
I wish I could believe in extreme verbs and their cliffs calling from within and against. there is a combustion of ideas and animals in this love paralysis. in fact, in flesh, in flock. not flowing from the spring. the whole force becomes not-me. it sounds other than the face of holding the firstness of the first flame
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