IRC-Galleria

What do I want you for? If there´s an answer it´s nothing, you´re of no use in my life, a pure indulgence. What would I want a picture on the wall for? To look at, but why? All such questions end in stillness; yet I want you too much, I want also to use you, I want you to be used & to glisten with it, like hot muscle or metal against stone or a shape of wood caressed by years of hands, to some purpose. If I´m to be burned slowly cell by cell or worn down that´s how. Of what use is the body dancing, except to mark the vacancy against which we measure sound? Close your eyes, out of sight is out of time, draw your hand again & again over my skin & watch me vanish into darkness, flicker and reappear, this is my use for you, shine with it, give out light

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