If outside
In the mirror
There's no blank canvas
But inside
In the fleshness
There's no rock semblance,
May I inhabit
A network of
Differentiating
Organs out of bodies
Or bodies without organs
that
Multiply and resist
Along lines of intense
Informations;
Non-linear communal
Biological existences
Uproaring and blurring
The material conditions.
Mind melt in brain
And pain sulk and lie
The exposure exposure exposure
Is the other within the I
Signalling that
Gluttony resides
As a glove
Within lust
A scream of bindings
And links of
Becoming-life
Is the only burst
In which we thrive
And die
Following the heart-beat
Of the squirrel
And the fake silence
Of the inhuman.
