without the fragment

The range
already a sound
that becomes from touch
a savory dream

by a word
light originates
something sprouting
of totality

free music
in the hair
by your laugh

by formula
of language
leaning on

is an invention
of essence

the impulse
innate of
sea of perception

nihilistic poetry

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