I go out. To the weather shaped like shadow, body without blood without body. It’s perilous charged velvet and hard the way the breath-shadow never hovers but darksomely. It’s cold I like it licking me. What disappears more than the muscle-like greening falsely above? I like to dare to despair in thee sun-crazed little brain- less Sea. Mindfully red orange the gulf octopus attaches blisses its hundred thousand sharp-plucked kisses before I rapture him armfully opposite me, my doppelgangering muse- like man. We float apart so randomly.