Empiriscence of the no

Sunday 6:30 PM.
I'm laid on bed, windows open.

My smooth shirt it's unbuttoned.

I feel the fibrose and ultra-thin cord that interconnects any being each other.

Even the Earth.

Even the suns.

Slight nervous electricity runs down my neck to my chest.
My torso.
I close my eyes: I can feel two energies inside myself

sexual/positive: life, creation, happiness, joy, pleasure, heat, love
negative: death, frustration, destruction, tedium, coldness, hate.


All this rules the planets, as well, it rules us.

The hole of the penis looks, in its external border, like little vaginal lips.
The clitoris is a female penis (not really, but still).
Everything is related and reciprocal.

It's all the same even in its difference.

The same energies that modulated everything made us the same thing.
A man and a woman are the same sex.

How? Just a different configuration.


Positive, life, yes
versus
negative, death, no.
Is it the stuff we are made of?


Because the nature is imperfect, but insistent.





Meanwhile, the night falls, the man couldn't eliminate the night yet.

Yet.


And it's the same Moon that Julius Caesar saw, this one, for you and me.


The night falls, the connecting modulations of a world that put me to sleep.