They carry amulets of the encounter

 Fluorescent eyes closed. They run, they break, they flee. They miss each other, they remember, they love. Turned upside down. They carry amulets of the encounter. The heart designs, adapts, twists, collides. They destroy the empty hours. They take small doses of the memory. In a prolonged aspiration. In the lungs the air retreats screaming. They fall like dominoes. They grind on the walls of meat. His hands slip. They twitch. They see how the inner gaze moves away through the pipes, like a cathedral organ, while its notes resonate on the walls of the entire body.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.