A POET'S DETONATION
Informers with a personal
identity surrounding us
all in the unconscious
of cutting work
for a linguistic exercise
with our ephemeral breath
burning with energy
over a natural gymnasium
with open rings to hang me
yet words get in my way
catching on the ropes
as images take over
my body language
of a jackknifed day
ineffable to the touch.
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