I am a whole
unedited person
I have no chapters
my body
cannot answer your questions
this velocity
yours
in a straight line
at a constant speed
context intact
tacked
to the back wall of instinct
due due duality
she counts
the plastic slats, wraps the cord
around her fingers
gently pulling till the window
is a window
in a straight line
at a constant speed
their gossamer
logic
tissue paper thin
fundamental
wishful thinking
drag your fingers across
this charcoal, smudge
definition till
your fingertips are dirty
and the page a blurring drag
of art
till the window
is a window
in a straight line
at a constant speed
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