if you’ld be my prince     I would praise all exc
ess could it be me tha     n all songs might be i
t’s falling flying hover     and clover our charm
ing forever above you     loving the eerie depth

 

and underneath my b     urning hands spew v
owels
 the precipice w     ill embrace as  gold w
ill wait 
for your everl      oving fountain pink c
asting smi
le open up      on dearest smile over

 

ALL  OF   YOU      ALL  OF   ME  IN

Y O U M  E Y O U

 

 

 

 

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Adriaan Krabbendam (Tunis, 1955) is antiquary, profound sleeper, doctor of the unknown, coachman of relations between the chthonic and the restricted human role in disasters, beachcomber laureate, firm simpleton, now and at the hour of our death, factotum of cities and landscapes, world without end

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