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To Breathe.

  • Writer: Ceyda Güzelsevdi
    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.



 
 
 

1 Comment


Iain Merchant
Iain Merchant
Dec 16, 2020

Superb!

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