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
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