in a reciprocal auscultation

 Image irradiated in a timeless lymphatic, reabsorbed by the force of the abundant ectoplasm that thrives in the icy smile of meditation, from afar, from the deserted beach at night existing without the permission of blood, like a full moon ebbing from arterial pressure, sea in the self of the night in its quarrelsome and slippery monologue in the daily frequency of what surrounds it. So Tao in the light of time itself that only the hermetic-contractile pull accompanies the murmurs, placing between them things and circumstances, zones of opacity immanent to the skin. Calm possessive virtue of the yolk within sleep, theorem of a trembling skull that in that breeze only adds a reflexive gluttony, before every kind of scenic memory, friendly to the sapphic dam of absolutes that the marrow upsets with its residues of eclipse in fever, translucent its anemones until the sensitive matrix of the overnight stay at this crossroads. 

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in his discursive vision half-opening the small lunar vacuum of his head marinated in the wind, his nervous indifference laid bare by the tattoo of all traffic until the somnambulant light of the apparition. And no extension of a half-open door in his cone of light concentrated in a figuration of mist, of nothingness simultaneous, from this or that door only the tangled darkness inflaming, thinking it meditates. He only exposes from his own pulp that solitary night-fallen star that wants to dredge his senses face to face, in a reciprocal auscultation