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Posted to Action Poetry

You make me
reach below the surface
to touch my mind
not to break
not to harm
the vibes
swimming in still life pastures
water over my velvet mind
you make me

if we were awake
when they touch
certain part of our brains
would we remember what we were
when we were not human flesh?
Bring the scalpel & touch
touch my soul touch my heart
touch whatever you want
who knows what you´ll find
my genes and my mom entwlingled and tight
my soul and my lust
my most deepest desire, my dark side
My craving to die?
Don´t you pierce my eyes
as you look for a death and blind child
(prepare the suture)