My Cell

I dream of cells when my warm blankets are heavy
the stone walls resist against my wild perspiration
my wild knives engraving reasons for living and dying

every love is an art of incising the Reason for living and dying
writing the Absoluteness of boundless symbols within deepest layers of skin 

This is an exercise and I enjoy suffering as a Method for Far Ends

My cell is now dreaming of birds
and I perspire more than gladiators

here I grow up indefinitely till the ceiling of many Ideas or Powers
breathing faith or force capable of embracing mountains

 and mountains move and revolve around here 
around my still nature
my quiet wings observing All Possibles

a cell is a line of fire warming my infinite body
here I shall be always on the brink of explosion or meaning

Define X

my definition undergoes much suffering

a frontier dreams the body of my dreamer

between high walls 

and higher window and iron bars and more

the confusion of light and shade

wrestling against Absolute

gray skin

my skin unfolds our pages on the ground

learning how to enter into dark streams

the invisible screaming calls for waves

come here and read again this story of urgency

if only you love the spectrum of first springs  

when the whole silence misses language 

maybe between becomings  

fully in between becomings 

when the courage to be burns deeper than possible

you sense truth without touching the best hypothesis

remember the temperature of being between becomings

and the absolute nonsense of longing for more than first springs and open chests and dormant volcanoes 

come here and study this inner geography

come here and devise a new method of feeling nonsense 

the urgency of a new disorder from within

if only you desire open chests

on the brink of the steepest descent

towards a future infinity of ours

from within 

all language implies open chests

feeling hungry hypothesis

between becomings   

if only maybe you or me or not-me

could save a gray page 

a gray half-page 

from within spring angst

we would love

beyond

humus 

Approaching Dawn

approaching dawn through that silent river 

on the moon 

under skin

we are most furious flesh

approaching dawn through dark fruits 

boiling 

core muscles

furious lips agree and disagree 

plunging into the pulp of nature

before morning comes

we feel the first wilderness 

and last ignorance

between layers of skin we speak

many mother tongues

boiling core muscles

waters off coast  

eyes off light

groping dense fibers

muscles falling higher than this World