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But how we got & got
to a there in spite of diagrams
threatening to render us
obsolete. Tender me
limbs or letters, correspondent
of a loss now leveled --
maps misled us in a space
too small for nomenclature,
a room where anatomical ease
was thwarted. That is to say --
we are comfortable so far
as we know the other body
and count on the palming.
Breath marks the agreed-upon --
no map or measure for our this,
for particles traveling in cross-hatched patterns
and disperse. shift, account,
beyond the recommended
trajectory: place the knowing
into a frame found there,
inscribe past the familiar
territory of disuse.
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