A LIE THAT IS EROS

You remind me of someone who
It never existed; the
Crazy dough, maybe it's in
That Lilith bed that I am
Misunderstandings were born: ha,
I have always known the truth
But lying to me does me less
Ache. I wish I could prove
That time is just an arrow;
What I see inside yours
Hands, sincerely: a
Fist of presumption and limits,
The ones I prefer not to know.
You know how dangerous it is
Give the signs more labels
Convenient: Call things with the
Their name, and from there you start again.
But, tell me why not even
In the answers it is possible
Find that kick that me
Stuns; I see myself, I am beyond
Myself, I would like to recognize myself.
I created I created
A roof a mirror
Conforming to fidelity, it is so opaque:
How long can I stay in this
Invisible shooting e
Survive my projections?
What I see in this balance on the world:
The garden let go.

Now I have only weight. I like,
But not always,
Being in control of things myself,
Know where to put your hands.
I touched you in that bed, and I have
Lied in not loving.
In the dark, with a little cold
Around: find myself in a
Bunch of mud, the gift that
Someone made me. I have it
Left to rot, but it always is
Dense. I'm in it.
What do I see inside the temptations:
A lie that is Eros
And engine of consciousness. I would like to
That becoming was simple
Becoming, and not a return on
Guilt. Nobody touches me. Support
The last glass on the carpet, in the
My test what you could
To be. "You have more things to tell yourself."
Yes, I would like to tell them all, but it is
More humane to enjoy the confusion:
Sometimes the suggestions arise on the
Street. I wish I was different
And yet they are just that: one
Consciousness that sees only the hand
Tapered, a new light, too many
Register for one story only.
What do I see inside your story: one
Mine who cannot leave.

ALL THE SIGNS

You remind me of someone who
It never existed; the
Crazy doughs, maybe it's in
That Lilith bed that I am
Misunderstandings were born: ha,
I have always known the truth
But lying to me does me less
Ache. I wish I could prove
That time is just an arrow;
What I see inside yours
Mani - sincerely: a
Fist of presumption and limits,
The ones I prefer not to know.
You know how dangerous it is
Give the signs more labels
Convenient: Call things with the
Their name, and from there you start again.
But, tell me why not even
In the answers it is possible
Find that kick that me
Stuns; I see myself, I am beyond
Myself, I would like to recognize myself.
I created I created
A roof a mirror
Fidelity compliant, it's so opaque:
How long can I stay in this
Invisible shooting e
Survive my projections?
What I see in this balance on the world:
The garden let go.

Now I have only weight. I like,
But not always,
Be in control of things myself,
Know where to put your hands.
I touched you in that bed, and I have
Lied in not loving.
In the dark, with a little cold
Around: find myself in a
Bunch of mud, the gift that
Someone made me. I have it
Left to rot, but it always is
Dense. I'm in it.
What do I see inside the temptations:
A lie that is Eros
And engine of consciousness. I would like to
That the becoming was simple
Becoming, and not a return on
Guilt. Nobody touches me. Support
The last glass on the carpet, in the
My test what you could
To be. "You have more things to tell yourself."
Yes, I would like to tell them all, but it is
More humane to enjoy the confusion:
Sometimes the suggestions arise on the
Street. I wish I was different
And yet they are just that: one
Consciousness that sees only the hand
Tapered, a new light, too many
Register for one story only.
What do I see inside your story: one
Mine who can't leave.

TOKYO GIFT

Flowers of the sun bloom,
The beat of the earth rises from the evening breath,
It descends into the belly,
It goes even lower,
A feathered snake
Leave its nest
To get to the best prey.
Twist guts and flowers,
Intertwine strange things and loves,
Infiltrate signs and insects,
Inside paintings and corsets.
End of myself, 
another begins.
Shake planets, 
shake secrets, 
mysteries.
Bells, engine sounds.

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