WITHOUT NEXUS

My head a humming

a heart corroded

In the mouth a moan

Of a man looser.

Thoughts without nexus

I seem complex

To take care of its sex

In the concavous and convex.

Your voice calms me

Recondite of the soul

My body amalgam

Showing in the white.

This form of to write

It arises in the skin, it comes to stoke

My vanity, affliction, one to look at

To the goddess of my sky.

Disordered mind enraptured

body daring, destruction

Man who grasps, in the hunted one

For to find its body, loved woman

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Escola do poeta/RJ

21/04/2008