(like my spirit and the time)
I do not introduce myself 
in your foreign voice 
fast mild 
flexible fodder,

one time clarity, 
always never shake 
the overflowing casings it hides

(like my spirit and time) 
if I do not present myself
in your foreign 
soft 
flexible fodder, 

a clearness of time, 
residences running which it is dissimulated, 
always never agitate

(like my spirit and time) 
if I not 
in your strange soft 
flexible fodder 
present myself, 

dissimulated a clarity of the time, 
domicile running, which is it,
always never excite

(when my spirit and time) 
collapse
if ever

I 
me 

do not present myself to you
not ever. into your blank flesh fodder, 
flexibly tenderly foreign, 
i've come to love the clarity of time, 
always dwelling, on the run, 

seeking her. 

do not vibrate to him 
hide (as my spirit and time) 

if you want
tell it to me 
into your eyes 
fodder never dies

flexibly 
tenderly 

a foreigner is present
yet they are not, 
the clarity of time, 
a domicile running away, 
while he is him, dissimulated. 

they do not shift 

always 
never 

(as my spirit and time) 
i fall into your gift 
of fodder. 

flexibly 
tenderly 
strangely, 

the dissimulated clarity of time, 
an enterprise of empty domiciles 
what is it?

always 
never

they never energize themselves