than we have known in many times
memories osciliate in space,
vibrating matter
flowing in our pace:
repulse, attract, repulse, attract
the bodies we don’t have anymore
a stone, so heavy
it crashes into us
the bodies we don’t have anymore
memories flowing on their own
pearls of moisture seek the surface
the air turns humid and the sight turns foggy
we swallow rhythmically
bathing in touch and smell and sound
warm, wet, sharp – glimmering
like the surface of freshly brushed teeth
we swallow
again
the bodies we don’t have anymore
sucking the stone
a stone, so heavy
it crashes into us
sucking us