Back again, overwhelmed with research, work, and feelings, but I assume this time I can make it.
Extract from 7:05 AM, (A delicate weapon)
When time stretches,
with your gaze piercing through the room,
(I see you, you see me, how pleasant, the feeling…)
Disappointed when I said I would leave,
left with nothing to be found.
Through running and rushing,
always pressured by time,
now sick and poisoned,
spoilers of the embodied life’s prices
that I seem to so easily forget about.
What if I had not received it,
what if I could not sense it,
what if my envelope could finally proceed?
Only then, I’d happily embrace you around.
Truth be told, I despise how
my body remembers the pain…
I’ve been showing or making bruises and
my flesh whispers to me
who will you fool this time?
THE PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE AUGMENTED LIFE.
Thanks for reading/listening <3