YOU TALK COLOURS WEAR SOUNDS Poem by Răzvan Ţupa

YOU TALK COLOURS WEAR SOUNDS



breathe objects our worship doesn't accept anymore but unpredictable beings a vegetal mandible a rod of liquid crystal at the ends of my touch phosphorescent your breathing rediscovers them intermittently utters them the smoky rock of ambiguity in the morning and still more than 1.000 handicrafts that can replace the distance

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