Did you feel the thunder
Inside a man?
Did you touch the wave
Inside a woman?
Did you ask the non-b
How is it to not
Crave around the two
But mould and growl
On other clays?
The year is dying again
The cry is fading again
So much flesh, blood and skin
So much ocean under the sun
Afloat is the uncanny
The Threshold and the Grime
Push further the thought
Be in the hot glacial cold
Where your words are cosplay
Interjections and pauses
Where your words are being filled
With the crowding weird absence
Of the sultry season of the Id:
You can feel under a strip of wood
Inside the hand of a friend
In the rock below the river
In the parlour and in the shiver
Or is it the longest yawn
Without your muscle clapping
But beware of the thunder
The wave and the clay
Cause beings are more than that,
For the earthquake
Is a far away moon.