All these accidents that happen, follow the dot, coincidence makes sense only with you, you don't have to speak, I feel emotional landscapes, they puzzle me, then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this state of emergency, how beautiful to be, state of emergency is where I want to be.

martes, 20 de marzo de 2007

Impromptu

fairly disconnected
i love your epicenter
wholesome golden feather
monochrome boy


i don´t know why
plasma flows in moonlike fashion
(thank you dear for saying no)
those yellow lashes


nightingale ethereal feet divided
i rely too much on my invention of you
(dreaming awake is not dreaming at all)
fairly disconnected i sigh

i do.



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