So central to every kind
of understanding, but of
myself, and a measureless world
this membrane, this foggy glass
clouded with the breath of a
face against it—mouthing
‘not apart’—this is such that
the bullet cannot touch.
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So central to every kind
of understanding, but of
myself, and a measureless world
this membrane, this foggy glass
clouded with the breath of a
face against it—mouthing
‘not apart’—this is such that
the bullet cannot touch.