Confused we trembled

 Confused we trembled. In you the rain and the invisible landscape. Perfect morning grapes in the heat float. Flora grows on the aquatic shore of your body. That world of the channels who embrace in the waves of the body. Vibrant light that devastates the coveted calm. Knots are made of light. Nocturnal knots. Revelation field of the body. On him the fallen names. The dead wings without flight. They forgot about him. How the ink of what is written is forgotten.

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