To the unfurnished eyes 

and unfortunate sighs 

                       

you play -- your prey -- and pray

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From rapid crossfires

and prolapse of spectral noise
to sensory cloy of virtual breath

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(such ritual)  

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You force the back-hand with unbreathable language

that reads like wind,

                                                          

it contorts at will

and treads the eyes

(again their sighs)

As one and one thousand voices  ..................................recapitulate

to the rhythm of your back-hand                                             fore-hand

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You play the virtuous rivers
that run down your   fore-head
                                    fore-hand
                                   back-hand

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and this absurd compilation
of tendons and fiber remain

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        unscathed - untethered

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all eyes so violently there
heed to the sweltering carcasses  still at play                                                                     oh, back-hand
                                       fore-hand

................................... recapitulate

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as one and one thousand hands

are cuffed by the the salt

                          of their own skin