the body of the name lying naked on the tongue
the touch of rust
the sunset at the change of the season
the sea coming home to a lonely shore
the lips asking for more, the ears the amorous organs
emptied of echoes, the cities built on bones
from scrambled noise emerges syntax
that conjugates attraction in parallax
and someone or not-one spoke a metonymy of solicitude
in the beginning in the end, in the garden in the ruins
events ever fragile, encounters that were almost nothing
the hounding difference between a thing and a word
between us and us
between the data, the predictions thereof
and the unexpected
that we have not yet learned to trust
the body unspoken, the touch untranslatable
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
the body of the name lying naked on the tongue
the touch of rust
the sunset at the change of the season
the sea coming home to a lonely shore
the lips asking for more, the ears the amorous organs
emptied of echoes, the cities built on bones
from scrambled noise emerges syntax
that conjugates attraction in parallax
and someone or not-one spoke a metonymy of solicitude
in the beginning in the end, in the garden in the ruins
events ever fragile, encounters that were almost nothing
the hounding difference between a thing and a word
between us and us
between the data, the predictions thereof
and the unexpected
that we have not yet learned to trust
the body unspoken, the touch untranslatable
