II Chora
By timihim
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Through it and underneath the lettering
Presupposed subject by the sounding,
Reverberated and made melancholy
Sweet song that praises house that lifts verse:
I am the sweet echo making you so aware
I am the conscious the unconscious,
Paradox, where you find your patience
Your sound that can be your senses:
When, in your words you have found
Nothing more than something that tastes
Which touches, softly, delicately, the cover
The warmth that is no protection before you,
Of man, before man, becomes part of woman.
Before mother, within her every-thing
That you need, everything that makes
Outside as inside, which makes speech,
A distance horizon, which lights the floor
Of the earth in the first call of light,
In the desert, if darkness were,
A beam of brightness in the flat,
Where, in and out and in I touch,
When I feel your hand, So I look at you,
And that you know that beyond me
There is so much more and it is fear,
Conviction, stolen as it is given ago,
That pass I move to you and you take,
Move beyond, to the place where we
Are completed. Stop short with
And without you, and each other:
The inside, and the out, and the everything,
That makes this piece, symbolic, peace
Mine, jouissance; ecstasy, as ending tastes.
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