Transient
Restless
I'm not there
Or not there yet
But if I'm coming
I must be whole enough
I found out my body
Innocent rest
When I'm near you I become someone else
I'm so tired
Of subjectivity
I must justify
My presence by losing it
I must keep a steady gaze
Keep a steady gait
And I may become someone else
Here it comes, here it comes
A strange slow rhythm, not exactly creating a rhythm
In and out of focus, vulnerable, the original crevasse
In the moment
Of confusion
I don't know what to say
And I hear myself ask
Where does it hurt to create curves for the gaze?
The body is its own conscious
My desire takes place
Anywhere everywhere
Everywhere
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes (In the darkest hour)
Here it comes ([?] between us)
Here it comes (In the restlessness of [?])
Here it comes (The smell of [?])
It hurts everywhere