Books!
Brilliant stacks!
Endless pages!
Depictions and pronouns!
Prose and motifs!
One stretched out sweater
to accompany a lamp.
Glasses and my unlimited fixations.
Why hide?
When with you,
I can turn around.
I can give birth to the idea
the lead to my reciting.
But what we do is secret
(saving 55 people) at a time.
Brought bikes to cut our knees,
Our fingers break the inevitable fall.
The physics behind a punch,
the punch behind physics.
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