as you read these marks
on the faces that you see
behind the screen
is for you to turn
the sun of your eyes
the other way for once
and peer down
with that narrow
flash-light’s gaze
inside your cranial
arch and down
the perilous throat
rappel with your
sure words we are
too full of ourselves
and finally reach
the place where we
metabolize ourselves
where we take one
piece of the world
at a time and turn
it back to nothing
once again
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