When you arrive home
And you sit down to the border
Of the cliff
Of my bed
Inviting me
To contemplate
Actively
Your catalog of panoramas:
You transport me from the emptiness with your hallucinating anti-homesickness
Until the sheer summit of the grace
You make me travel the gradient of the pleasure and the magic
When you set the begin of the mechanism of the trill
In my throat.
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