projected mutations
My life gets stretched and wrapped around holes and shells
My bones fills every crack, my skin adheres to the surface of the grid.
I hesitate to set, because I resist encouraged surrender.
But this flesh is all material so it binds and I’m rendered
into focused light, beams coerced with purpose.
Projected into directions whose results make me nervous.
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© 2008 Pink On Brown.
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