Slow Desire - Poem by Atef Ayadi
The hands are expressing themselves
The face and
Follow the wonderful wander of the eyes;
There is noting between
Truth and lies.
Everything At once.
I shutdown everything,
From casing my heart beats and all the protocols
To clogging my veins with my breath.
For the sake of this
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