this is contact
two on one, one on two
none on none.
this is the bridge, this is the snake trail, this can be
distant but
the immediacy is inevitable. what is an aching organ
and how does it continue to fool the self, to fuel the self,
to find the final fall line and just
look and linger there, the last sliver of moonlight that looms
longing.
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