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
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