body.
forward, back
and forth.
allows a visceral hurt
point to benefact
itself apart from
largo factions.
when I dramatize
past tense,
it is for lack
of a known present.
the turning over of one
after another leaf,
in early point of fact,
equals the method
captivating unglued mentality.
an unbrash cornet fastens
its amazed face
on a simple world.
I think the tonguing of a brass
instrument with mute cone
connives a situation
projected on the wide screen
inconveniencing the lived heart
until it loosens the bridle
to release movement.
a frenzy follows; injustice
runs out of sight.
the officer in charge
recites a script.
we listen, and we say,
"this does not sound
like her view"
so is the world
still here, is this
the body that scans
evidence,
being pushed and pulled.
are these those same strings?
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