What no one will remember
(Part xviii)
the excitement of light
the tedium of destinations
a purification of vision,
pulsated like an essence
wrap us in the idealism
the singularity of human encounters
we’ll press against each other
coexisting with our habits
a violet conflagration
from every bit of skin
extend a bridge between truth and this movement
The blood stands in the way
a remote latitude
through silver breezes
awfully wakeful heart.
surrender the surrounding suffering
in a blot of obscurity
processing the real
the theory of your lips
and we will perform
the part of a particle
in this unique union
of universes
