Let My Touch

Let my touch be indistinct and instinctive

Let my glance be pacify

Let my system swallow its own system

Let my syntax feed its own syntax

Let my breath move upward in concentric nothingness

Let it carry the news

Let my motion be expansive

Let my limits be atmospheres unbroken

Let my decadence become the id

Let my wanting be selfless

We have touched as only atmospheres touch