Viven Fuera de Nuestra Lengua .

A voice of chilled adrenaline
flies out of its net,
alluring me with thoughts
to ask the cymbals of
midnight's august sky.

I am woken from
wrappings of my mind-
brought into the eye of music,
as it rumbles past arias.

Lightning shouts its passion-
I race to him
willingly as my second chance,
breaking distance
and trailing silhouettes...

Even beyond the sky,
wonders are being born
through wings
that help me understand
the storm of you.

Speak-
without systems
of our breaking body.
Travel
circuits of sparks
where we pursue
dreams of fire.

Somewhere,
we're pulling closer.
Somehow,
day begins with
our angel breath.

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(Live outside our language)