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Missing equations, to be imperfect,
burning and sizzling like beef
in grease. I hush
through the narrow of your
voice that I have never heard
but have seen blazing by my eyes
constricting my neck fashionably
stingingly-stirring out what you want
to function to remain like a catalyst
of our roots, newer figs to pick.
Re-arrange me like a chef shapes food.
Chiropract-icality reality. It is said that
the human being was invented in Europe
like everything else. Re-invent me,
touch me, Scandinavian Design me,
but not with your hands. I lift my
eternal head in song, untidily and
starved, and your eyes burst into mine,
bright-white and everywhere, like
gutting a pillow, or a cloud
of snowy innards.