Hand found hurled
listening to a string play the wise wish,
when it starts to rumble
the little plateaus of love and attraction, and
a chasm chisels into the warm heart a dagger;
the silence follows off nibbled leaves and fresh flowers.
Undone by grizzly desires, now it comes to pass
as labyrinth leaves a door open,
a pause to push for a pace to outlaw the jab.
From the spine to the buttocks, bottom line surrenders
and must it wire into the wicked, a cage propped to scare;
lest where the screeching line comes to an end, a nobody takes a stand
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