Our speed was insatiable

 We never asked each other to catch each other; our speed was insatiable the hours to get back into our body I need what you give me another face the storms are orange falling from the sky to get closer is to migrate to a part of our soul-intuition we are in search of words to tell ourselves gluttony for mirages in the cluster of cities in their outbursts while under their vibration writing comes to us as manual knowledge of the letter