limbs are trajectories of wild sunbeams and why much why
before and throughtout the Whole Now
I'm ready for my close-up
I need more much more than that more and much burnout
my body longs craves hungers for much movement more than enough
more than that tango or rebirth toward a unifying theory of shades
Undress this and that
I'm fully Here ready off coast off to-morrow
You approach the infancy of good beginnings to-night
I'm ready for my close-up
PS: This supposes an understanding of Mathematics: the mystery of One. Its tongue implodes. My mouth vanishes. No plan. other than the forgotten fear of falling.
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every sunset is followed by a sunrise
behind each shade you can found a light
heavy to believe on
it may be
maybe
may
be
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