that moment of terrifiying beauty for which there is no language only a foam of primordial letters and the possibility of cosmos
the hours cascading in his veins it was so natural and shocking: he was my hidden black whole (the black whole one thought crosses to another) and with my bare feet on the blade of the horizon I was bleeding curses promises to the unknown confessions of sublime intensity
the terror of beauty so real as we danced that mysterious dance of light turning effortlessly into darkness of darkness turning effortlessly into light
it all starts in pieces maybe I was his morphine and he was rebelling against every fragment of unhealed time in his shoulders. with him I discovered a new sea of time and fused with my roots I rest suspended in the chaos of possibility to the end of my undreamed dreams as he was hallucinating my younger selves anew
we opened the other dimensions of time descended into flesh without really knowing how coherent pain can be and I could go on and on and on, like the beat we were only a poem without destination but the possibility of cosmos