[nothing but my body]
       

nothing but my body
and what is external to
the physical movement of my fall

          the beams of emptiness
dividing the stays, the hearths, the spheres

          the labyrinth
of an incomplete attitude
is the thread of all labyrinths

                              its transfiguration
                                      on the inside of death

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