My Non Body

This is a tomboy A girl in a boy What's the difference It might end well The insight The gaze The sensibility The flavour This does not end well Your subjectivity that spoils Your judgemental visibility Sad invisibility Every nerve that tickles Every feeling that aches A dead body that lives Fragmented Torn between two universes A living dead body Wishing to change By Indians spells The body awakes, Flutters, Goes to the sand and engraves itself again and again A shape of a shadow It swallows every inch of the flesh and bones The rest of the soul The last nerve still tickling and tickling Like the time clock that tickles And forgets why it tickles and still And at the end it stops The battery dies The clock is still there Tasty Blindfolding Shining The scars of your judgemental visibility Even divinity does not know The silent moon does not bother The posing nudity at the sunlight The colours it takes The freezing temperature The forms The living statue at a naked floor The godlike posture A labyrinth A lost highway Infinite beauty Venus incarnation Fragments of galaxies and beyond We don't know what to feel What to really see The universe holds its breath The jealous sun stops shining For my un/dead organs