that we are sculpting sculpting
preconstructed space
a line and bulbed finger curve
down the position position
of the tongue in exhalations
that we will be brought
in some uncertain future
to a place of deep remembrance,
scaffolding to paint paint in celluloid
in that way we can be made to
remember with another's fingers
[Artifice is also a truth.
The audience also the protagonist.]
that we might mourn, and sleep, and gnash.
and gnash.
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