Beneath the dirt,
sleeping...

Inhale the smoke,
sweet and white...

Beneath the earth,
I've been born of stone...

I've touched the flame of chaos
in the hollow chest...

I'm in the shadow of a hand
caressing the chalk frame...

My heart, suffers,
intimately wired to the sun and the moon...

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Touch me...

Tonight is distant,
deep into blank spaces...

In the sky, I breathe
evaporation of memory...

Live on concrete
of people passing by...

Lick off all the leeches
drowning in diluted skin...

A howl for moons
of fluorescent dusk...