TE16 Turkish Delight


XXXI Suffering is wounds rubbing against each other building its nest in love, between disappearance and being, and the thing gnawing at the wood is the wood, inside, a person searching for a nest is idling in vain but is pursuing the nest part of the pursuit. The outside, darling, the outside, what is it but a conglomeration of roads making you a fugitive. roads that keep leaving, horizontal roads, ah, that’s why i was hung up on the idea of a dome: a dome which is a kind of 180 degree object, oh possible, possible with a great desire. Woven into the known and forgotten senses of strife.


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