-for Adrian Piper
Wishing the mind
To touch anything
But this combat
Combatting, that is,
To touch you
And touching
Only dark, a room
Full of dark
All voices eyes
All I be hushed
Sensed so striken
As of in silence blowing
Whereupon the woman
You are the man
The skin sheds us
She singles herself out
Pointing out the lack of
Forms in her self-apprehension
A failure to withdraw from
Them because every
thing is in relation.
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