with my right hand I touch Dad's shoes in the shoe closet and the shoes slowly turn evil dispersed from a dark dot on the center of my ring finger contained and taut I am irregularly damned with dreams of you flesh moves, unshaped and choked and I am fed locked stares that make sex stumble til I am full abandon abandon abandon sleep dispersed between your gaps first, I am contained and unseen then, I am uncontained and seen meaning crammed between your gaps this mismanaged sight-- service to my faith of unkissed surfaces it's a bloody war but I keep my eyes my eyes my eyes on the eyes on the eyes my eyes on the prize eyes on the prize prize eyes on the prize eyes on the prize eyes the prize eyes on on the pri s on th es on the curled fingers the pri eyes on at night the prize on the p on the the pr s on t prize eyes on the prize eyes on the prize eyes eyes on the prize eyes on the prize densely blurred we become gentle desires in a gentle world
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