dispersion and gouache on paper

Star-like, I bind myself into a profusion
These hands,
This limb

Branch-like, I observe it
its out-of-bodiness. The disenchantment
of self from self

Its contrast a negative, burned skeletal
and harsh. It is etched in lighting.
Its starkness I find fairly anemic

but again I am held speechless in frank
astonishment. I gape, astounded and
fish-like. Silver and exact

my words & I at loss.

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