You made me a hybrid face
Half flower half roots
Loosen the cracks
And dislocate my sephirot.
The shir hashirim of your chest
Draw a path
Smashes the jaws
Punctures the ground.
Your mouth tears the universe apart
Your hand is rooted in my thoughts
And gushes like a spring.
This is how I see you
With a bird that grows in your left hip
Your auto genesis being born indefinitely
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