Vision is abstract, touch is figurative.
The Female and the Almost.
Or eye, a sense of space,
as a specter on a coffin (and falls in the same way).
Discontinuous: Not in continuity with something else.
Is it a name, a brand, a person, an identity?
A play on words?
A way to regain lost intimacy?
Lost intimacy is akin to being animalistic.
The sea, then, has played the role of the female.
Love and life appear to be not in touch.
Lost space, seeking the womb,
destroying the self.
The rain is soon raised up again.
We move blindly through modes of delirium.
Much of me against you.
What do I expose?
What do I unlock?
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