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YOU THROW YOURSELF
To the unfurnished eyes
and unfortunate sighs
you play -- your prey -- and pray
From rapid crossfires
and prolapse of spectral noise
to sensory cloy of virtual breath
(such ritual)
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
You play the virtuous rivers
that run down your fore-head
fore-hand
back-hand
and this absurd compilation
of tendons and fiber remain
unscathed - untethered
all eyes so violently there
heed to the sweltering carcasses still at play oh, back-hand
fore-hand
................................... recapitulate
as one and one thousand hands
are cuffed by the the salt
of their own skin