If you were pointing here
To this histrionics in my
Hand blood ruptures esse
nce and sound erupts all
Around as witness is not
What we understand or a
Theory under seeing’s th
umbs I heard your screa
ming move left to right in
My ears and be of neither
Hemisphere of the brain
Since chiasmus is always
Elsewhere a pinch of the
Bruise or a squatting for
The bowels points to this
Legal sense we must all
Be heard that this hearing
Must become us I taste
Your blood as singly as I
Hear that there is singing.
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