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Let it tremble, let it shift
Like rain snaking down the window,
Like the quick beat of a dove’s wings as it leaps from a wire,
Like a midnight prayer, like an early morning fuck,
Let it move.
Let it vibrate and jerk.
Jumping and slashing and throwing wild punches blindly
At the quaking neon nights, let it run.
Bend it,
Bend it until it begins to crack and leak.
Take it to the top of a mountain,
Hold it above your head and feel your chest swell
As the people of the valley
Stare
And
Point
At the man with his heart in hand.