Don’t fear, this is home.
Don’t fear, this is heart.
the abandonment and letters flowing one after another,
giving life and, consequently, giving shape to ideas
and concepts which were abstract
Stolen from thoughts that were leaked
through tissues which were sterile.
aseptic flavors, all as if it were deliberately inexistent.
but don’t fear, this is organic.
The lungs vibrate and stomach stiffens,
the case becomes a cage, revealing the secrets of its shape.
This is the real limit, it’s a constant struggle to get out of every desirable evasion, to not being imprisoned.
No mention of either time or space.