Faux
pas down the river.
The
assault of reason upon confusion.
The
mixture of bags of onions and syllabification.
Convince
each other there is
mutual
belonging and trust
when
there is (in fact, simply)
leather
and dust.
Mongoose
in the mudslide
Bracken
broken bones
battles
between being and banter
the
tension of meeting required by distance and this insinuation
knowing
the tension unfolds
you
lie on the carpet
your
feet behind the corner of the room
your
mind displayed stark upon the sunken wall
the
epithets grew steel spines
the
instructions were tattooed underneath skin
unknown
except to the body
these
tales of story
unfolding
dimensions of the explosion
ripping
and re ripping gravity
slicing
the silver horses
washing
dirty egg skin
and
having counted every bone in his leg
decided
that walking to Scotland was
abruptly
no longer possible
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