the damage was imprinted on the clangor of the sea and in desire under the stairs. a desire that remained mute, like a heart, a vast heart, a stale sea; several seconds passing between extended sicknesses. the threat of sincerity was a question of pride, a question of tragedy. you tempted my intimacy, respected my tears. now my embroidered tears have cut me open, a craving i cannot control turning before my eyes.

we are in an unfamiliar sleep that emanates through the small cracks of a long disease. my irrepressible desire to remain dumb sees a city not trusted and the approach of silence. a structure of yearning where history is declared a characteristic of ardor, an endless loop of compromise. an embracing of irrationalities and mute approximations.

a conclusion had been asserted; the end of history. memories can only momentarily be seized and only in fragments. hope dies in surroundings of pride and in the permanence of exhaustion.

you were oblivious to the peace around us. you are young, all disguise and posture, all feints and gestures.

i am a night watchman moving through a recently vacated building.


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the uncontainable excess of emotion which bounces in me is an irrepairable collision, this heart a building, a labyrinth of newly appointed happiness. you are a nocturnal guard that moves through the everyday delight in surroundings. you are a bird that is caught accidentally in the permissions of peace. you stop the world in the air.

in order to become the stars, we uncover ourselves for brief moments, the connection of cells a unity which forms in fragments, images romantically stored in our brains. we become optimistic, trusting in luck. we see inside the distance of the night. in the broken temporality of the moment, small universes explosively show their little seconds, those which are seen at intervals in the dark night with a magnified heart.

we are free from myth, separated from reality. we are a detonation of fireworks in the world. happiness pours out along the senses. the stars pass, night observers moving through the vibrating constantness of an uncontainable abundance and the unguarded joy of smiles.

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there is a ventricle inside this stream of ceremony, and the woman is an artery of poverty; she drowns in this ocean of deranged commonness. she has emptied her own body of unique substance, an instantaneous decision. freedom is a myth that piles up in the enterprise of escape, creating a hanging confusion.

cut off from her confiding happiness, the conflict of simple impatience cannot decompose her surrender to sacrifice, her victim's role; precarious unity and a passionate abandonment to her own structures of desire.

their cherished quietness is a yearning for irrationalities, a silent approach. the information of motion on the skin is an overhauled unyieldingness, an unaccomplished yearning to adapt to that which the world forgets. they do not compromise feeling, but seize the irrationalities that it transforms; largely unsolvable conflicts, a personal solitude of eyes in this incessant river that flows out in mute reveal.