The bedrock wrenches its mass and ends up in the right notch. Continental plates topple and are cleft. Come Leatherface, my love, glide into the face of the secret's bestial longing. Feel the surface contact that boils shakes hard beneath the fragile grainboundaryskin. Come, Golem simmers beneath the crawlanimals of our hands' bodies. At the leather-shedding of exposed humanoids. Glide into the heavy tunnel material of the kiss.
Beneath the shell crawls, beneath the shell crawls a frenzied and orgiastic bulimia. To eat into the meat puke beloved and be eaten into the meat puke beloved in merciless bloodthrobbing flesh's powerless return.
Listen, measure, calibrate: disturbances from the nobuspheres of outer space.
It is not death it is the edge folds down the visor we will tear loose the dark matter from each other's outerhalo crack apart and close eyes move toward the glaciality Ivo climbs me away and I down beneath the surface shoal of song fish between the pillars I form submarine feel the violations of the flesh but do not emit any warning signals I master the plates of the submarine wall the water masses.
I master the plates of the submarine wall.
Ivo climbs the heroin sings.
Before the secret's warp slope of Nothing.
Translation: Johannes Göransson
Thursday, September 7, 2017