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legs move towards shadows
dancing light bows
beneath the sun's body
the governer of movement
eyes chase reflections
corneal lust lends a hand
a long stretch for satsfaction
a hope no other kiss needs
an exercise for the screen
a road too dark for silhouettes

these knuckles
of evening
don't crack or bend
the yearning revisions that remain
again and again

blue soil
sleeping footprints
does this mean the question?
I asked...