I want to fly into the line
You are writing and that
Becomes you a point in
Space desirable space as
You make it planes ad-
just adrift the actual body
Time heals over sense
Scars bones photos make
Eyes moist your life as
A monster as a wolf does
You can not escape
Tunneling through the
Gelatinized moral feral
Writing beside yourself
Becoming authorized that
Doesn’t need skin that is
All skin no organs except
The gooey sun biggest cell
Calling me swerves splits
With perimeters flesh flux
Gates write just below
Thresholds so feelings
Travel integrate worlds
Bodies leave us no choice
Letters swallow up each
Point since distance
Can't help but devour us.
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