They say out there:
What is living without duality?
that when the man speaks
two things come out of the mouth
love or death
in different degrees of intensity
and the word was made to keep the harmony
and be understood
and learn to interact with it
Now every word goes through you
transforming the night into involuntary processes
the spotlight is all i want to embrace
like bells on the teeth
while I start to consume
the flame of the lonely
and cold ashes the law is incontrovertibly silent
and i do what i can
and I'm leaving without you
and the dark cloak appears
It's already difficult, I have white eyesight
like the mist
that hangs in the morning
I miss you dumb
like a candid queen of the night
The word that appears calls, arrives
and hides, repeats and mutates
and the inkwell perceives toroidal level
all filled what was sung in notes today
goes in search of full spiral space already
when the shadows of branch lines
of scarlet circulation
They went through the window. i fall
projected on the empty back
from the sassy room
leaden and immaterial
Beneath all that we were
I share the terror with the enemy spirit
is he also called
in the same place where I embody now?
The mineral rooster sings late
everything that passes by morning voice
How much abyss dyed of sky
once again
I do what I can
and I leave without a voice!