It has followed me everywhere.
That day, during a setting intercourse it got me from the back.
The white dazzle,
the sharp affection,
the blade of hasty blood.
There’s a wind inside this concrete monolith
and it flows from dawn to culmination.
The end is also a process of subconscious like the start was,
it makes you prepared,
it brushes your hair
and showers your experiences away.
Most often i beat it in speed,
I rather wait for it now.
I look into its eyes and sit straight like a starving dog.
Give me my substance of decimation and i will fight another day.
I will make it wait so that it takes me like a gentle drop in the end.
I will see a formation of decadence and
I will sail through a summer blossom.

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Photograph: MADI

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