To Breathe.
- Ceyda Güzelsevdi
- Dec 15, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 16, 2020
Object of desire
the game starts with
a thing to make right
one of the few animalistic to satisfy
for some of us
we transcend the desire
it becomes the ink
ink we make
using the words of the flow in our blood
the path they follow
passing through our veins
using the symbolic itself
as the weapon against fairly known hypocrisy
what is real
is not every moment
every moment we create were once
once inscribed on the eyes of it
the symbolic
elapsing the paradoxality
it's everything I am
everything until my final silence
before I wither
become not a rose
but a thorn
how do I do
exist
what is the origins
of my orgasmic persistence
devotion to & within
dissolving the given
turning it into the supposedly
ashing it
aching
aching with congestion
never with an unpaid prize
greatest ethereal insatiablity
all that this world can give
& fuel from
murdering
murdering the subjective entity
becoming one
A singular everything
we are
as we constantly turn to our ashes
to have a longlostalization
as that is the only realm
our orgasmic
sufferential pages
are understood
that is the only dimension
my languages are spoken & known
I leave the subjectivity
to breathe
To breathe to & within
the origins I were ashed to
unspoken truths I dive fiercelinto
to speak them
in the middle of aneye wink
the silent heartbeat
we hear but never attend
unappreciating its gifted silence
undecided
liberately transforming
transforming into aggressional originated symbolisance
this is the feeling
Jouissance
I need
To Breathe.
Superb!