I used to think too much within this detached torpor Sat with you, sundrenched by radiant limpidness Exalting vibrations of positivism emanate from your perfect nature The intermittence of stirring lips reminds me of Fight frantically demanding To breathe The way they danced made me believe you were speaking Stories you have been telling for hours Words aligned in a slogan of absurdities The word interpreted by your materialist Constitution came from your Deepest sentiment I dont exist Obviously you have been gifted with the most precious piece of the puzzle An emblem can be artistic and attractive, but its meaning can be aimless and Unreasonable Sporadic abstractions Through your fractionized sculpture Your word intertwines with mine Resulting in something horrendous The last dance is just another story
limpidness, intermittence, fractionized, materialist, positivism