I've covered bones already
a stain or a chemical
change, it sloughs or
leeches
I am not exerting any force
this voice dips and holds
unfold an old decalogue
mould the wire frame
run to safety
everything dilates
a round compass, a plus sign
injury from others
thrust yourself toward
a series of thrusts
a regular delirium tremons of a day
get aligned
spend years aligning
suffer from the animus,
mistake it for love,
mistake love for a self-fetish,
suffer from mistakes
pull it all down, break it
the trouble could be breasts,
cut off one tapioca pudding cup/bowl
to draw your bow string back, cut them both
so you can run without
a heavy flesh echo
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