Whirlwinds of
swirling intimacy...
... relation itself
my bleeding body.
Where we can first do no harm.
Thin-skins and
thorny degeneracy...
... migrations to
a strong geography.
Where could we first do no harm?
Chagrins and
grinding inadequacy...
... sensation becomes
the pointed territory.
First, we can do no harm.
Changelings thrown
to lying opacity...
... relation itself
my breathing body.
Unarmed. First do no harm.
Unarmed. First do no harm.
Unarmed. First do no harm.
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