those lines, my body

forget those lines hidden beneath our skin

they circle around our bodies and intersect in strange places

they are the domain of computers and dreams steeped in the art of zeros and ones

we must trust those lines without giving them any thought

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oh my body my body

it is a sinuous kite that I toss into the air with hopes that some zephyr will hold it aloft

how much string should I let unwind from this spool into the firmament

will it hurt if I lose the air-stream and plummet headfirst into the sandy beach

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forget those lines hidden beneath our skin

but pay attention to where they intersect with other bodies and minds

we are useless without collision and the transfer of energy

the richness of your gravity draws my lines towards yours

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oh my body my body

it has a tenuous hold on a high current and trembles against every force upon it

for now the wind has no end nor has this spool nor has the expanse of my joy

but oh I remember those lines

I release too much string

my body slips away

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