Build the ability to let yourself be spoken by words

 Build the ability to let yourself be spoken by words. Inside them as much as in exteriority without leaving us corpses. Let them catch us and in fornication, make us pregnant. Throwing us out of nonsense hell. Come to light. That of your life-giving eyes. From you. Of whom you make me beyond the bone. Of that thing that without you I look without seeing myself. Your long look makes me. Oblivion clears me. It makes me dream of life.

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