I spend a lot of time in play
six hinges and who knows how many blades.
A couple of capable hands,
I'm gonna see what I can make.
2D, 3D,
words go no D
and still somehow in dimensionlessness
is where I carve out my most honest slays.
Throw the metal at my mental
to see what sticks and what falls away.
If I was the sky
then these symbols be my rain.
These cymbals voice in waves.
These syllables can't contain
even that which I, I...I,
just breathe...
breathe as breath pertains.
breathe...
now convey:
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