Thursday, August 6, 2015

transitory extreme

meanings play. close to alarm. 
leanings play. close to red. 

one precipice clouded by red freedom. 
it could bleed and blossom. daylight. 
one diagonal vein, close to one Omega. 
born from the sudden collapse, all dense intimacy. 

I quit my cure not. ocean drinks deep and large.

another girl abandoning every lake of chance. another world killing itself within your tongue, 
the perspiring question, mouth of red fear. 
very young. 

another young girl becoming the impossible sense. 

I quit my cure not. ocean remains only the gesture where. the furies arrive and paint the memory of refuge within new names. Isles may be us.

I quit my cure not. ocean drinks my projects and voyages. before possible. 

among smoke love your foam, all dense intimacy.

you feed my dangers with lines and arches. 

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