of little use regarding the placement of defenses, aside from the burning fields. Silence isbathing, bearing its fangs. Night spirals...•
“Whose voice is this? Whose breath?”
And by what shape the awl-amazed, cutting withpassion, through various determinations corroded by the ergot of the mirror’s golden dust,the rivers of intense reaction, those channels of adoring illumination. Through this earth,these eyes rending asunder the sense of lucid intoxication... to touch what cannot be heard,to become what isn’t available to the flow of sight, through other eyes, trawled, seeing,troweled.•Mystery is the crossbow of a lost target, a shape chasing a spirit, moon breathing blood.•She refuses the absence of costumes dreaming, empty clothing caressing tigers andmysterious women, vessels filled with eggs and wandering off in search of recognition,instead of lightning filled and gestating, from the forehead down through raven’s hair,touching the breast planted on the bones of a silent shuddering gasp...•It was not your dream, but resembled a theoretical balance, a cosmological antechamber, avenus of the gate-winds resembling a dream in substance and language, breathing on theinvisible, burning the rain.• Where is the virtue of a mouthful of light, the perceptive qualities of abandon? What arethe mournful temptations of embedding your sense of touch into anything that moves?
“When am I the most precious, aching for your capture?”
•Delirium tremors in the garden of keys, in the house of wings and inconsolable flightsthrough questionable territories: The mirror of your body scatters wolves, birds, stars.• Your expectations are objects of ink thrown into the wind, in the ovulation of air, a pureand graceful sadism of telescoping spirits, your advisors, fatal caresses, dormant statues (in whom you stir up fresh brightnesses, torments, somnambulant attractions...) A languidarchitecture of sharpening-stones, furthering the barely terrestrial provence of the witchesphantom-enriched utterances, the rain-deer-ring of a curious night, a double eclipse... violentearthquake of a peaceful gaze. You attempt the glow of earth, stretched out in all directions.