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Disimular

I wanted to move without saying anything

no solo es sospechoso

but I was white and I was marble and I was writing on the wall

and I wandered with my hand upon a surface and I pressed

the purple sandals in the sand.

Leaning out for

silver shards of splinter sunlight

Night shade

hiding on the island of the other

On the island run from

the ghost of

Run run the island and the waves.

white face of

One with the eyes open and unopen at random run some width of skin

It is sand

Counted in eyes open and unopen

In the water aunque no le salia lagrimas

Or hunted hunting spirits in the sea

whipped by the salt water light

As the breeze

None and a dinning room, the table cloth, the linens, and the folds

Underwater

The white wet sheet

Island of an island wave

Wave the island from the shore body of the sea

sea bodies On the flame of the tide

On the underside

on undead skin

Some spirit whipped tremble

On tide, on red tide and on taste of water

on city under water

Lost like thought comes to edge.

Sometimes the spirit runs off in another

Some spirit runs on

Away on a wave

On the underwater roof

Of an underwater

ancient search

for Heroes in seaweed

Spirit greens

little toy boat toy cars and toy water colors bleed

And dilute

And drift away

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I tried to hold still as I contemplated the magnitude of the poem

And I had to tell it to myself and it felt far away but it had to come.

Even with the red wine in the cursing cursing in the vein in the river of the djurdja straights

Would I go

Hamamitsu

Where are you? What is it there?

And what when speaking in tongues to understand

I believed in the current underneath the skin connecting all of us to everyone and to eachother and the repetition of souls and he asked me about the specificity of life and when I really like him

Today all today while the other one spoke to me and I wanted to pop his ego and I didn’t want his help anymore in any way at all because they are all just so egotistical and everything is about making them feel like they know it more.

I could be a small thing in a small space in a small world but god put me in this body and when I am drowning in the metro in Tokyo and the ants are rushing all around me ready to carry my body away

My body is away anyway

And I am a small

Invisible

But yellow mark on the wall,

My body is tall.

When he speaks to me in tongues and I see some of my thought on his mind

And can sense a relation

What then?

What of it then?

The one in the small body was loud and I thought of j. cassid and I really really like her and her work and everything she represented in the possibilities of the worlds before me, and max and his subjectivities and I wonder if you remember when you held up my face and you pressed it into yours and you stood there kissing me in one kiss for minutes like you were calling me from where I’d been before and you wondered where I’d been

And I wondered too because obviously, I repeat, obviously, in a glaring blaze before my brain and my mind which I know to be what I have and I hold true to it and sometimes you just have to let yourself go but not this time because obviously I was a drift and a float and free free from the form that was around me and you tried to pull me down and the soft blueness of the way you pulled me down lay like a shadow and will lie like one too for years to come because everything, even the way you skipped yourself like a stone and you opened my mouth and I breathed into yours and I ate the chocolate shape of your mouth eaten by mine

And you let go

And the separation

Is the beginning of an apple bit into pieces impossible to puzzle into one.

Someday when you are old enough to note the variation in the wood and the rondure of the world,

the ocean that is an abyss becomes a connection

And I sailed and I watched her sailing

And how she fired up those eggs

and it was a dream

and it was all in a dream

and it was all in a dream I'd forgotten

even as we asked about it

and knew

in a sensitive way

that it was there and it would always be there

always all along.

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ひらりひらり 花びら舞い 止め処ない時のひとひらごと

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あなたがもし　いなくなれば　私寂しいからね

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dark side of the moon


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maybe, don't you know that it is true,
they will throw you to the lions if you haven't got a clue
maybe, don't you know that you are free
from the shackles you've been locked in
and the land of make believe
pretty little lullaby

maybe, when the end is drawing near,

we can paint a pretty picture of that special kind of fear

Teethless christinas.

I was in an elevator shooting through the roof

to the great glass and it was the

Universe there

Spinning itself below

Breath fog

Where

There is no there there,

When I tried to think.

And what about that foggy glass,

Which is like a skin between realities

That you can peel into a thousand different coats

Oh foamy foamy foamy love

Of thee

I bathe while there in the clear field of

The blue light of nothing

Of magic waters

of Felicia , my magic queen,

And crazy love

Is crazy crazy love

And we are mal de amor

Hiding in fountains

to stop from throwing rocks

At Galatea and

her lovers

And the green nypmhs

And their glass eyes that beckon us to kiss

Our own reflections in the rivers

Are the seaweeds of our

Tresses,

Mine mingle

In the wind,

I am a vamp

And a fetish

And you would have to skin me

Before I’d give up

The sun

Felismena la bucolica, idyllic, sick of shepard quibbling,

abysmal self-indulgent

Swan kisses

Knocks off her own socks and

Walks to the city.

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