L.B. Temuco

Turn over
Lets burn down all the bridges
lets drown deep
in the torrent
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Ah xxxxx
there is a warm place
in my body
it is water
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Behind opaque windows, above all reflection.
It matters not where the night abandons you, day after day.
We all offer our understood confessions
You, my forgiveness for having not found all this sooner.
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There is silver across my eyes
Spread like a chain
I lay my face against the colour of a tree
In the midst of a thousand swans
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I want you to say
something more
something pure
something external
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We bled for each other
in our dark corolla
we opened ourselves to
a golden sweetness
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Let trees in Autumn
speak of renewal
melting their golden sap
leaves turning like a fox in the night
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In the golden fawn of your eyes
I see the souls of a thousand young deer
I hear the sounds of their soft hooves on the earth
I see ravens against the sun
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Your belly
moves in pleasure
exotic
wet
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That sliding
wetness
it drips from mouths
sucking molecules
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Flow backwards
soft liquids of being
become the moist sweat
of the last hunter
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The Little Boy
lived in a tear
he had found in the forest.
He feels very sad most of the time.
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To die like this
is so dishonest.
I have been encamped
for so long here
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Ah ****
in the city
churches hung in the air
between buildings
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The day is hot
a sphere behind closed windows
Thoughts sweat, leaving residues of doubt
Once they were swollen like lakes in autumn
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If you read this
Everything will already have been undone; broken
dead wood
the leaf fall, falling leaf
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I walk always, somewhere,
always with the air beside me
down underfoot, still white shadows,
of flight, of water
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In the gloom
molecules separate
throwing shadows against
the faces of strangers
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The soft parade of lips
I just cannot imagine
anything less than instinct
or conclusions beyond existence
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