a poética do espaço

With all the empirical experience of our world the simplicity of violence still keeps baffling the inability to express the elliptical galaxies and we're so noisemeaningless among the desert of stars that our body motion is a supermassive dwarf ex-pan-ding and words squeeze to zero-side and a poem sustains the bounds and the discontinuous fluctuations.I wish for the nostalgia for the plasma idiom is exponential and releases the syllables of our tombs. The rhythm that I assume is inopportune because my orgasmic cries off the beat freeze the system the rules invisibility and place them into the abyss into the impossible losses.