movements
from a stranger
blackouts
from the center of the soul
childlike prods
to an undiscovered corner
tripping, tipping
into a hole
movements
as the stranger
blackouts
from the cage of ourselves
liberating touches
on the edge of frenzy
seizing, freezing
short of the goal
where is the cutting edge?
one of us is bleeding.
-- douglas brent smith
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