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cantata de sal
i carried in my thoughts the salt of your body celebrated its taste idea sense
from such salty matter a palace rose
crystal cut with touch of moments
the building grew as it stood there strange time in cycle without days walls swelling ceilings changing windows shrinking doors reducing
in salty rooms hot breath
drilled absently goes slow then madly sculpting space wandering being creating statues designing torpor
i was standing motionless naked staring
amongst stalagmites and other figures
dreaming about you so dreaming of us
the world disappearing in the distance hardly glowing at all
weaving shoots glazed and salty
folding in peaks waves and floe
eyes watching misty with tears
captured by motionlessness held and mocked
wonder of wonders powerlessness so huge within the surge of salt water and temples when the mysterious power scent of soul cannot move one’s own hand
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