I no longer think,
I only breathe.
The air is dense,
and I am
within it.

My hands
don’t know
where to go,
the body moves
on its own.
As if something
were guiding me—
something without a name,
only a feeling,
a heat,
a wave rising
from within.

I hear a heartbeat,
not sure if it’s mine,
or from
another world.
Everything touches,
melts,
in burning pulses;
from inside,
the body sighs.

Hot skin,
breath,
space—
no time,
only ecstasy.

I don’t want it to end,
because I know that from me
into this world
only truth
will burst forth.
Not in words,
not in thoughts.
Like a stream
it will carry
life
to where it begins
and never ends.

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