let it out; how?
surface of the paper is a universe little
liquid filled onions scattered in my skin distort
to feel it sensation is the distortion if I'm
gonna taste you I have to carve the salt
from your skin and bond it with the
crackling brain sorting sensations into a world
to live in

what infinite force insists it's all real?

let it out; how?
hunger desire and need
animate our miraculous flesh, squeeze
and relax the muscles in the heart
of humanity, so like a dog's heart
or a cow's heart or a pig

why is a pig's heart dirty?
pray for the hearts of pigs
pray for our common skin