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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Agustin Avatar
April 17, 2025 at 11:12 PM
I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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