21.06.25
Reducing me to silent creaks
omens for your protections
its slue covered in sick inflammations
the platelets corpuscles to
white itching imagining
tipped with skin of you
matter or light or
Mit ausbrechendem Schmerz
infusing grain
of a geno-song secret
atmospheric catheters holding
your perfect illness
still perfect leaving the body
on blood & silence
