Testo di Ebbing

Under sulfur skies The drunken tides will pull us in Unfolding – but not breathing Upon your breast I’ll rest my head, in laziness Gestating – just dreaming But not breathing My swallowed tongue My wounded dove Your eyes are mine, occluding We’re sinking, just drifting Not breathing, but releasing In shallow ponds Within your palm There lies a mind, dissolving Not seeing, unfolding Not thinking, releasing Repeating, releasing Not breathing, not breathing Releasing, releasing Releasing