feather of balance    
in the circle of equals    
as you go    
of a contained Spirit body    
the voice spits out words    
pending a ricochet    
that thought welcomes.        
 
Erection of a skeleton of love    
under the paneling of the night    
to build    
deconstruct    
the original hut    
of the foot    
the lost custom     
between caress and joy.        
 
 
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