It multiplies
when placed, traced,
and tracked. Skimming, panning for pliable
cork and particle. A blade driven
to burrow and scrape out the rough
slits stocked with sulfur. A fist paints
thick streaks kissed by redness, covering
the past. A dropped cocoon ambles, limping
but able, stiff and slow, morphing into
form, then flittering into the air. The bad,
unforgiving, heart
listed as dissection fodder, a selection
filter, an ill-fitted fixture.
The scalpel reeks with lead as it nixes
the head. A generous performance.
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