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

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