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Beneath the sun My interchangeable routines Are formed from superfluous things Managing this place is A metal will, swelling repeatedly with the heat This moment, most likely, Made of metallic codes Circulating beneath your skin Is a radiant spirit Swimming like freshwater hydra in an experiment Where the white of the will boils forth It embraces matter reckless and unrestrained Yet my thoughts make their way into grammar With unsteady, staggering steps (No more than that, no more than that, no more than that…) That which exists Is that which should not We Go forward Always betrayed by ourselves Beneath the sun Nothing new at all materialises My routines, though bearing nouns, Vanish each time we speak their name We Move about as we struggle Sing of the world as we struggle Sleep as we struggle (No more than that, no more than that, still…) Beneath the signs of the splitting blue Sugar-castles made of trifling things Move from the edge of sky Crossing my field of vision as I wave Before long, the rain falls, transgressing borders Wrapping us in the aroma of water Without a sound The rain Melts away all the nutrients I’ve collected Beneath the sun A sonic rain falls Called by an underground vein of water Right at midday (that point known as now) Drinking down my shadow like an unconditional surrender Above you and your spirit’s repeated musical modulations Loudly, the rain dances