Posted March 17th, 2017 by arcticeli
in the stars
I have become wise
having just flown up
into new realities of joy.
Look at me
or have me crucified,
Who will care for a descending soul
coming into indistinct wonders and disengagement?
The wind is blowing thru the basin of my body
into the current of magnetic night.
To use strange technologies
as means of making love-dance-tremble:
Yah! we were everything and
November 23rd 2016
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