It’s kind of cool to always wonder about the exponential reality.
In the center of it, baby,
has a patch of dusts created out of your past thinking.
The music takes me backward when you need to hold this hands and
take me to a road leading towards singular forest.
I need to go ahead…I need to be there when your shadows fall on my frozen balls.
The time goes with the sirens of last train,
the rain
the wind chime
and a desire to be in you…
Everything needs me to be forwarded.
Where does all of these rebels go? How can you not move with so much of force against a shallow wall?
Simple, be a lover and see these gatherings of energies from above…
A movement on the tree…the mad wind
the black distance…
And an addicted mind, an unrestricted body
all of these get a void, baby,
out of your unavailability.

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Photograph: Angie Kordic.