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[apiphile]

give up your love poems

there's no fleshly thing
that can satisfy me now
unless it comes in multitudes
and radiates its affection
like an incandescent dust cloud;

i first came for the agony
i'm staying for the dance

only void and stars below
and the scorched winds above
don't talk to me about beauty
don't sing to me of love
my feet don't move for emotions.

i've come for the light
i'm staying for the dance

they said my body was a mistake
and my words were humiliation;
you can't see i'm no static body,
no permanent creation to be beheld;
i'm all electron and no shell

i've come for the dance
i'm staying for the dance

a movement in the heavens
not a shitty shadow self.