perception and sixth sense
get drunk,
my fault for leaving the door ajar to allow
escape my soul.
is the same postal
repeated, but the receipt
most beautiful ever, different.
is
my back garden full of flowers and garlands,
is my gateway
full of thorns and ghosts. There
curtains spotless
had a path made of warm sand and shells, there was a universal sea
falling from another galaxy to the edge of my lines
in flames.
hand opens fully
astral travel, dropping like rain
my diamond salt,
releasing a love that used to be stellar ...
come to my throat throbbing notes of another,
want to enter, like sonar,
be like autumn leaves
that the squares are gone.
Evaporate the body, every particle of atom
separates,
when the room is filled with stars
wanting to let go of my soul.
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