Intimacy Immortalised Impermanent

What we leave untouched

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This sphere of intimacy we’ve built, in exchanges growing past the recognised illicit—a third party only an imagined triangle in the mayhem of subjectivity—has me dreaming in Tarot cards, submerged in symbol synapses,

wailing not to be ignored, pre-emptively crucified by the Three of Swords, surprised by my own revolt, the quicksands of time…