No sign transcends

Like the golden moon. And flesh and shit and water under the lamp. The world self-construction, dirge into libertango. And what forever succumbs to the sign’s sublimity, and what forever ascends to the sign’s sea fog and peak, what transcends the sign, but first kisses the heel or nose, no sign

Transcends.

(desire swells in mangers, like the golden moon. and flesh and shit and water under the lamp.)

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