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| WE have flowed out of ourselves | |
| Beginning on the outside | |
| That shrivvable skin | |
| Where you leave off | |
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| Of infinite elastic | 5 |
| Walking the ceiling | |
| Our eyelashes polish stars | |
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| Curled close in the youngest corpuscle | |
| Of a descendant | |
| We spit up our passions in our grand-dams | 10 |
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| Fixing the extension of your reactions | |
| Our shadow lengthens | |
| In your fear | |
| You are so old | |
| Born in our immortality | 15 |
| Stuck fast as Life | |
| In one impalpable | |
| Omniprevalent Dimension | |
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| We are turned inside out | |
| Your cities lie digesting in our stomachs | 20 |
| Street lights footle in our ocular darkness | |
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| Having swallowed your irate hungers | |
| Satisfied before bread-breaking | |
| To your dissolution | |
| We splinter into Wholes | 25 |
| Stirring the remorses of your tomorrow | |
| Among the refuse of your unborn centuries | |
| In our busy ashbins | |
| Stink the melodies | |
| of your | 30 |
| So easily reducible | |
| Adolescences | |
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| Our tissue is of that which escapes you | |
| Birth-Breaths and orgasms | |
| The shattering tremor of the static | 35 |
| The far-shore of an instant | |
| The unsurpassable openness of the circle | |
| Legerdemain of God | |
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| Only in the segregated angles of Lunatic Asylums | |
| Do those who have strained to exceeding themselves | 40 |
| Break on our edgeless contours | |
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| The mouthed echoes of what | |
| has exuded to our companionship | |
| Is horrible to the ear | |
| Of the half that is left inside them. | 45 |
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