I assume that we’re talking about my last breath
The
decomposing sound once free of obligation
Now
forming these complicated shapes oddly
Unconcerned
gestures of evaporation leaving
Not
a single echo but bestowing a moist absence
That
is to say the most absolute chance governs
The
final tremble the last immobility of what
Once
was infinite feeling generated by desire
If
I admit desire inasmuch as everything still
Remains
to be said in other words remains to be
Discovered
and experienced right here I see no
Reason
why I shouldn’t end this arbitrarily also I am
Too
full of unfamiliar meanings tonight the slightest
Impressions
refuse to be bound dialectically
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