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Experimentalism
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I had to taste the ink to find out
if those words were true or not
I had to chew the paper
to understand what the ground would feel like
My bones were broken by the burden
like a sphere with skyscrapers of stone,
with emotions like boiling water
and hearts’ words like quakes
When I lifted my knees from the peat bog
of judgments,
I knew I was lost in the chaos of night
from the past
My neuronal creek was filled with beasts
with three heads, each one with snakes upon
My desires were their wings with photon feathers
tinted in red and green and blue
Every inch of my skin was stabbed
with light spears
Within my white bloody wounds,
electrons flee
From one point the growth of the Universe
taught me all these
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