A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Saturday, December 04, 2004

death/bed

but if i'm dying
could you please come over
for
my dry lips
my eyes and ears already through lake-river-puddle-bucket (twice i dreamed last night of the 'achille's', formely known something else, drowning, my legs numb numb, tired of the name that rules your life, i
no
more)
// the voice and the kiss die last,
if you may.

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