folding

[wytchcroft]

what is this place, this place so
sketchy, so uneasily defined
this
could be a cellar or a kitchen maybe
or at least a home
to hang the hearts in
a workshop
for strange inspections
investigating our every gesture and expression
the body with its donkey skin
has alien engines
and tiny motors
what is the purpose of this?
to make us
tick?


you are a star with its every point connected
you are twisting in the halflight
you are pale as paper
i would fold you like paper
slip you into a warm back pocket
or an oil streaked bag

fold you over and over
nine times nine
we are told is the limit
nine times nine
is the boundary line
just a single further fold would defy the law of physics
but i'm willing to give it a try.

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