Slice

die whilst alive, dissection of the flesh
visceral desire commands and imprisons
an incision, one more
the shape dissolves

hanging
breathing from the shoulder and downwards
the dance of the ribs
the true face

devoured to the bone
a naked soldier, a slave of dissolving
unity and separation
dis-incarnation and secret fantasies

flying
the insect is crushed by the light
an incision, one more
a visceral walk

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