He remembered twice the language
Of the line and the advertisement.
A glide of muscles and you get to your feet,
He followed his feet, his feet were dabbled.
He remembered the dropp and drag,
He stepped out to the explosion,
Steps withdrew breath, a new hairstyle.
Watching was his scream, and television
Crept to your life as an existence.
The instruction book coldly bled blood
So black and angry, like feet and connections.
Seaweed saw a new you,
Seas were on, oceans were new.
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