Life has taught me that
nothing is tactile unless...

Influenced by "Asturias"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEfFbuT3I6A...

“They smell your mouth lest you dared to tell...
In perpetuum they flip...

There are flowers that they bloom in darkness
but the reason they bloom in darkness...

Veil lifts in twilight—
gypsys dance reddening in...

The duets of lancing and laceration.
Flesh is tender...

Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...

They all rot and fade
these shoots of expectation...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

I left you
to stay with you...

Beside these forlorn shades,
there are no realities to my existence...

In the metamorphosis of formation
shapes ache to attend to their final cause...