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Here I am submitted to you

feeling these orgasmic shivers

and my back adhered to a force

inversed to the gravity.

You are the mystic matter that will turn

the vibrations and spasms that i rip

from my guts into golden threads.

You’re the elixir that will petrify our brainwaves

You’re the elixir that will make our poetry immortal.

Here I am submitted to you

with one gaseous and stooped over figure

that will join the volatile particles to the yet

floating bodies in the firmament.

You are the philosopher's stone

that will turn into precious materials

the sounds we transmit after its silences.

You’re the elixir that will petrify our brainwaves

You’re the elixir that will make our poetry immortal

Metamorphose me to the primal

to be the piece that fits in all blanks.

Open my eyes when everything is a lie

when everything’s veil is a thin shield.