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tears that escape
are wet ball and chains.

tears that release
are wet breast and feathers.

:::

walk, firstly, through the brush

of the jungle.

walk, secondly, through the forest

on the leaves.

walk, thirdly, through the wheat field

hand brushing heads.

walk, fourthly, to the edge of the sea.

 drown yourself.

emerge not as a single sun

but finally, as an entirely luminous horizon.

:::

find the one who,

outside of thought, of dreaming,
of seeing,

bypasses the heart and
asphyxiates the breathing.

the one who warms the abdominal area
like a cast iron pot---

evenly, heating increasingly,
reaching a degree of certain uncertainty

until it transforms into salivation
on the tongue;

hunger.