"we let ourselves know
that our bodies are made up of water
but we cannot let
ourselves let go of the body completely”--Goethe
body
not a capsule
bones mess of blood & meat are not strung not weaved
we are
a river has no geography too thin too moveable for mapping
flip our minds into our knees into our wings
liquid s p i n d l e s
liquid s p i n d l e s
we have grown gnarled feet from nightmares
have imagine clay rock iron skulls
what we have is a body of wet wind
what we have is a body of wet wind
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