New skin

Surrender and accept in the means of what is yet to be explored

Surrender to yourself, an exchange

exchange of being

What is here is now and time we don’t see but inhabit

Take but give . sit . don’t flee . stand . close your eyes . Feel . it . Sense . it

Days are circles

Skies are glittering

A calm breeze from distant hills

Eating the imaginary landscapes from the inside of our eyelids

Standing in the courtyard awaiting new bees to hum

Come with me, lend my shoulders for a while

Sing and let go

Let’s do it again

Back to back and the dj is a soundscape from

inside the mountains

Let’s do it again

Slow moving is a rare but beautiful act

I think I learned this

Time smells different when you only listen

Dwelling in cycles, like nature wants it

Hesitant . but no there is only yes . and again

Stuff yourself with aesthetic timeless lives

Birds on sticks and maggots are alive

the inside is turning out – a poetic collapse, or

an inevitable merge,

the beauty of new skin

a move out of the orbit, or

becoming a sphere

Where thin strings of eye contact holds in the vomit . turn on the light

It’s our pleasure and strain

Soft fur in a leash

I’m taking it all in

I cry

 

Did I surrender on the marble floor?

We made wishes to the night sky and drank the blood of the pomegranates

There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt – another cycle and a cold shower

a meal with a veil and new fingers crossing one another

In space, in present, past and the bell

Take it down,

the things I don’t understand

Roll it over to me

Let me touch it for a second

Float and we float together in the absence of time

Infinity, life, magnet, complete

I think I lost it again – what did you say? No I mean not say?

Make the symbol with your hands – I think I had a dream about it

last night

What did we just experience?

Turn around, take it back, take it with you, no stay,

Take your device and smoke and drink and digest

How to digest . how to move . how to time? What is time?

Collecting and unravelling

Blowing out the candle

Placing the egg . a golden sphere that holds time .

a time . less or more . of becoming . holding . letting . go

There is always someone to take care of

You

Gel

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