from the
disjointed
entrance
(grand in its
compromised
perspectives)
the ideal
method of navigation
is through
perforated
dance steps
we are all
guided by
stone
textures
underfoot
and it is
only
when the
soles
are rough
and raw
can we find
our way
home
when
legs
buckle
under
and knee's
crack
against
serrated
edges
does
perspective
find its
place/again
. . . . . . .
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