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
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