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the inexorable body of meaning
can be used and hung and bridled on
through the dark forest
of ambiguity
so easily
when the prostituted
forlorn value
so bold
carries more weight
than a shower rod can hold
there is fracture
I made those same mistakes
No criticism no consciousness
No acknowledgement
No sentiment
The notions oft reserved
For the piled shells in rictus
The most severe example offered
A Gift coated business
Applied
in banal conversation
At stride in humor
and discussion
to essentials
turned absurd
In a context
underserved
We sit in ether
Where we’ve browbeaten
the aura of the words
what’s the matter
that rubbing the poor itch of your opinion
Make yourselves scabs?
He that will give good words will flatter
Beneath abhorring
What would you have?
you curs
you fragments

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from Body of Habit / Visible Fissures EP, released August 1, 2013

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