Parcel – or Stand Aside
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Spoken Word
Don’t relax
But also don’t remember
That any time we can
Break into a dance requiring us
To base all and any fantasies
On that liquid part of us
That part which fills up
A version feeding
Saints perched up on stained
Glass windows
Dance represents the parts of
Flesh we can’t touch because
The motion,
If attempted
Makes its container spill
Who then can we call upon
To witness our transcendence
In the sun
From moist
to mist
To flesh again?
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