in two

we have cut our wings with the teeth untouched by earth of ancestors

we have remained empty skulls waiting for autumn on the branch of the tree of genesis from which we know ourselves of good and bad like two snakes devouring each other in a ritual dance

the music is transparent and optional like the life of a child

we hate our shadows by the fire in legends in the core of the iceberg that immortalizes them

but we love ourselves

beastly

beyond sense

we foolishly complete our phrases our touches the game like two soles stepping one in front of the other till the end