My Inaudible globular and disjunctly fretted entanglement-of-curves

My Inaudible globular and disjunctly fretted entanglement-of-curves

Push me like a plethora of inexplicable visitations

Infer me deeply

Search my nervous extremity

Have i now be your flute-throat mate?

My sparkled optics’ most immediate radiance

I try to write you down my barest perpectival logic

into the bottom of cathectic thought ’till there’s no more geo-classical ordering

This love letter (self’s pulp of audible being) shall remind me

Meat ineffable love just as this far and it should be frank enough also

Well, i wish the hypnogogically inspired of your organic blobs

to see you intrinsically variable always in the pulp of animal being

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