Of Proximity

little by little if i interject…
—Angela Carr


engine of your voice
even not having it, here today
you smile sadly

as a taken shape
as impossible

otherwise i didn’t carry off
my resistance,

the partial cost

of being among the materials
if at all, or if
it’s not the value you were seeking

of a sacrifice

i’m using your hand to rearrange
the rumour mine is lifeless
nothing more
for the moment breaking into


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