Moments of desire call forth scalloped details,
cutting away reminders of past visions while
bringing them forward, dropping them into pots
of feelings, sensing thwarted pictures of
remembrance.
Dark areas cloud over and hide themselves
without embarrassment, as cages of emotion open
and spill out upon concrete masses, disavowing
any misdemeanors of faith or belief.
Turning over silently, adjusting attitudes with
rituals of experience, noting that there are no
physical attributes to be seen.
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