An arm, a leg, an arm, a leg, the crown and the root. But now, move your hand back up just a touch, so it’s closer to straight up and down. your lucid body, all through fatigue season: a dry patch in affection is bridged by laps in the sea, naps by the lake. rhythmically, droughts.
Then push it forward again. shoals of fish move, and corals pile up in the tank. i’ve been taking language as nutrition, let’s say for a time.
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