Azul van Peborgh                                                                                                   @azulvanpeborgh

The inorganic, everything that is not alive is dying, each dream and each claw and each slow step floats in the sea along with the remains of jellyfish, it dies and dies again in the meadow, if what is alive is living forever, you will die over and over again near me

Search behind the amber-colored scabs for a dead fish perfume,
It will sink broken bones as fragile as the spines of fairies
It slides out through the tongue until it surrounds the halo of light,
Until it dyes our shadow a graphite colour

Until a soup of lightning burns my tounge

some dust
some protein

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