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so you finally
slid like oil / like
mercury into this
versal world
& conquered
with your obsidian
eyes / your soft
mollusc lips
& now crabwise
you touch
corner to corner
as if to ratify
that space is
a void inside
a hole & form
is a chalkline
under water
you breathe
for us & a tendril
of dustdevil puffball
ghosthair lifts
& falls