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We are walking backward into our lives. Our cities are incensed. They fester on our thighs. And we lick at them in garish immoderate delight.

When colour comes we run. We have no idea why.

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There are bodies inside bodies inside bodies.

Not just you. The small body with you. The tooth-scraped sand-blasted body.

See how big it has become.

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