move your body
In all directions
Move it in the sewers
Where the flower bends
Near the sea
No history or false instructions
Debug it from anxiety
yours Is the metaphor of the muscle
with infinite hunger and thirst
Swing with me
Feel the substance of death
Without the worry of space
Your body will write the verses
Your eyes, feet, and arms move
In the joy of pain ...... full exhaustion
your imagination will find
The livelihood of wonder
ease your body
incantation
mechanics of the irrational
Body of poetry
The hand the eye slit waiting
for the lover
slowly decomposing
In the sanctity of night
Your joyful body
will contemplate
Likewise
The beat and rhythm
of your presence
In the magic and mystery
of this wandering life
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
move your body
In all directions
Move it in the sewers
Where the flower bends
Near the sea
No history or false instructions
Debug it from anxiety
yours Is the metaphor of the muscle
with infinite hunger and thirst
Swing with me
Feel the substance of death
Without the worry of space
Your body will write the verses
Your eyes, feet, and arms move
In the joy of pain ...... full exhaustion
your imagination will find
The livelihood of wonder
ease your body
incantation
mechanics of the irrational
Body of poetry
The hand the eye slit waiting
for the lover
slowly decomposing
In the sanctity of night
Your joyful body
will contemplate
Likewise
The beat and rhythm
of your presence
In the magic and mystery
of this wandering life
