The lewd slime of carnal enjoyment

 The indeterminate. Of limitless. One that includes everything; even (likewise) those parts that intend to escape. Parts escape from the body, from “us two”. Atomized. Volatile Fleeing. Our bodies extend into the indefiniteness of love. Jelly. Jelly Shades. The light "explodes". Color is born. And the flesh self. "From being born" reality. External instants. Living outside. One's. Yes. From the limits of the skin. There where one is like another. Crossing the limits of the other. With ease and incongruity. Materiality law. From here I come, here I am lame. To stumble. A tongue swallower, tongue twister. Hieroglyphs in arabesques of the other. The intention stumbles, and the memory of the previous moment. And "I am" in his belief. In its constancy and permanence from before the birth of the flesh and beyond its fading. And it goes, and it goes. And he wants to take the other "enjoyers" behind him. Those who file their deep sorrow while pretending-praying behind the transparent black veil that barely hides the lascivious drool of carnal enjoyment.

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