Andre Michel Arraiz-Rivas

take the inside out. observe it from all angles. Rotate it outside and stun the passer-by with a gaping tranquility like the animals that chew on plant matter, thinking of the chewing on the inside. the mash that you consume into the bowels, into the guts that taste the inside. turn it out so the guts are free and chewing, churning, oozing is all that’s seen to form a smile. relax, it is just that.when you speak to the other it is peaceful. the mouth flutters sounds from the inside out. the sounds exchange from in to out to out to in. in and out we go, you to them and to you from them. the voices inside are echoing pieces of light that flutter with the songs we sing and the beats we ring from skin that is transparent.skin is transparent. the light within is energy that must be leapt to in a bound of defiant imagination. a world with no size and no shape that makes love and hate boundless. kisses an exquisite collection. fists a meticulous conception from the inside out. then to be nurtured and forgotten as moments pass and the world without caresses and slaps. gliding silently in the waterway, basking in this and nothing else. one limb to the next, the inside is let out to swim.the water within soaks the guts and skin. it flows regardless of the weather and human woes. it is dead to the cries, the lies and anxiety that pursue as a horrid winged demon oozing jelly and scum from the inside out. wafting bowels with nauseating smells, leaping in bounds and devilish smiles, sometimes looming and sometimes immersed within guts. it grows round and heavy until it pops out screaming and especially then, the water gushes within soaking the guts and skin.outside the inside leaves no doubt. it does not flounder. it does not float away as a whim. it may startle but it is you and your beloved kin, comrades and lovers behind the skin, gut-to-gut, gurgling and sucking juices, air hisses from a soft contraction. the guts relax under cover of transparent skin.