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If I was an octopus: any time: I'd use the pocket with my own night:
and if I was a raisin snail: I'd learn to undresses Alia with my eyes:
and if I was your horse: I would get lost with her in the Sargasso Forest:
please: tangle us between your ripples:
please: turn us into cuttlefishes:
learn our skin to change color and pattern
we merge together forever

I want to spill
You and I have the same density - I have to dilute myself since birth:
so that: I don't forget: where I come from:
and you oversees it personally: listens from the other side of cups: 
I will saturate with you fully: I'll evaporate for a while::
and I'll rain somewhere in the mountains into strands
and enjoy the pleasure of not hesitating at crossroad: and go through all three ways simultaneously

If you really are a mother: maybe you'll have soon your own poet: who will bring the font:
the light alphabet made of bubbles and wavy lines
- the numerous are already speaking here
with some incomprehensible singing speech:

I'll take with me forever brief cablegram from moray:
a little glaze from seals: and glaring sweater with needles
We'll meet in that godlike second: between sleep and awakening:
when anything can happen: for example: I'll see the seals to exercise on the pommel horses:
and again: I will tell you about everything that comes to my mind:
how much you mean for us: how often we foretell from your coffees:
but: I doubt: that it will mean anything to you:
because: we waste with words from time immemorial: about the immensity: about the colors: and the impression: what you will always make: and all that variety ..
while the fishes are reading from their own lips during the millions of years - this - oh -








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