Late morning

Leprous mouth

like the moth front the light,

I dared to open the throat of my chasm

shameless

riping apart my guts

Uttering vibrations of your breath

Gulping your body of light “song of Moses” and cried. (O how I crave)

Anthropomorphic creature

of desires and dreams,

transmorphing into imaginative

Moving image of agency

as

“Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion”

Triptych

delusionaly independent still a victimology paradigm devouring space, a black hole potential of identity collapse. In red.

Avid decadence breaking point

of

Discontent dissociation constant

not set with the end-of-self!

where the “it” should die,

deprived of essence limitles power

but of purpose owned life regardles of the expense

24/7 in your heart Book of sentences

hoping joy-you’ll hear your name “my delight” read,

By Light said.

Moses rejoiced…I sing