An eternal light pollinates the night, permanent sun blinds the unknown.
On Earth, the moon, Mars and at home.
Vulnerable rocks, eroded terrain data. Piled up, heavy intimate stones.
Arthritis, hypericum. Arnica, analgesic. Nerve endings. Nerve beginnings? Not knowing, knot knowing.
Reduced visibility, unprotected foot plant, unrestricted touch, insect attractant.
Soft excrements, voluminous excrements, dried excrements, moisturising smell.
Right path, left path, good path, bad path. My path, their path, our path, not our path.
Is there a path?
Incalculable, unknown, sensual discrepancy.
When
Nobody clicks me, nobody drags me, nobody drops me. Nobody feels me. I touch myself and nobody asks,
But is there a path? Translucent, I can see it.
Once in darkness, I round my lips to tell you that O is 0.
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