i enter
one spiraling breath of colours
she's there
not a hand is stretched
she appears in front of me and draws me in her light
it is in the hall of mirrors
the voices of ancestors resonate
my pastlives like drawers open
a footstep like a cymbal crushing the unexisting floor
beams of light spinning sounds
here there is no landscape
a deck of flowers tumbles from the top of my eyes
millions of flowers , with no stem or ground just an electric field
that blooms in fluorescent shades
the city carries faces trough her vains
they snatch at each other
bites of air
massive electric movements
from heel till forehead
they say the abyss between our bodies
is called love
and where supposed to fall in
endlessly
screaming for our lives .
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