What is human, is there really nothing but seeing or seen?
The voice is wordless tissue, the fork from hearts of loss
Listen to the lips that feed you
The voice is a second flesh that cannot be seen
This body is not for vision, the seer cannot go there
But the tongue is a palm for the restless, an indecipherable alphabet
Each word an islet lists
We speak in tongues from part to part
From part to part
From invisible state
To invisible state
To invisible state
To invisible state
Where do I end? In the flames or in the trees?
Where do I end?
My body is the end
My body is the end
My body is the end
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