...No Name names Thee, my sun within.
clouds disagree and translate my isles into beams of Saturn.
clouds paint the cave revolving my mouth around fruits of Passion. it hurts and burns, your flashing my blank moon off-shore off-skin. come here, Nowhere, and give me your Fountain asking for much nonsense over flesh rowing these waters serene extreme the first verb flagellates the Whole and the Only, my longing for waves foams masses of air every kiss collides against the bottom.
come down. paint the cave the interiors of the Heat serene extreme ascending to dilemmas and guitars more strings than veins How did the node tear the circle? How did the birds nest in pain and flight?
Love you from a distance. talking on the verge of loss and dawn. come down and touch the many veils of dreaming ripe for Passion. unknown path with sand-storm in the mouth guitar, solo. sailing the strings till naked sfumato as matrix of the Whole and the Only foam, warmer than those palms painting the cave of Hours Here. Nowhere, unless bathing and flashing at midnight the Impossibles asking for the books of skin unveiled to the first lips...
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