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You are a woman in ashes,
I am a man on water,
you are the serpent in a telephone,
I am a cell weeping,
you are a religion of thieves,
I am the toucher of stones on a mountain,
you are a chorus that breaks down,
I am a soloist sweeping,
you are the wandering talk,
I am a trumpet bent open,
you are alone in light,
I am the rain on a powerline,
you see the sickness of violence in valor,
I see the pesticide spray on fashion's visor,

we are in a combat for which there is no hospital
heart's matter hammered by star-fibers
that died behind their light
and became merely power.