music

sometimes my path tastes brackish, and my soul is whiteproof and cavernous, like the silence of gods. i’m tired and i need to rest, but your dawn, broken inside my smile, won’t allow me. sounds crash against my inert flesh as if they were grim shades of dead voices losing their poise to the limpness … Continue reading

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at the beginning

deep within the hollowness, as if wrapped in an amniotic cocoon, laid the word, yet unspit by the primordial mouth. deep and asleep and waiting to feel the bite of the flesh deforming it, squat like a lump of yeast in a nest of passions and dreaming, in its roundness, about the reason of prongs, … Continue reading

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august

today i smelled my hands. i squatted on the stair in front of my house while the sun rose ruthlessly in the sky, and i shred with my palms the air heavy with the scent of mowed grass, hoping that on my fingers would remain imponderable strips of summer. but my hands smelled of night … Continue reading

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once upon a time we were

the things that were never said still hibernate like some embryos inside my voice. the sounds that i never heard are already perverted with ether by the time they reach my hearing, but everything can wait. nine zero one. the world doesn’t yet ask me to be alive, the world doesn’t yet need my eyes … Continue reading

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