as to 'maleboy'
and his liveliness -
it was very much his ear for nature,
his eye for faces
his touch that neutralized false experiences:
and convinced that there's no beauty in any system nor in repetition
language or otherwise:
he kept on submitting only to his nature
and always already astutely homeless
yet always warmed by a blanket made from desire's real nature
maleboy navigated around all language avoiding culture's false philosophy
as if touch was more pleasing to the eye
so much closer to his nature
thus always not falling into traps of fiction's logic
when faces around him turned not into words
but into erection's desire beyond all fantasy's fiction:
all eyes got what no word can taste