Come Out, Again

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.